September 15 - Stabat Mater, Mary's Seven Sorrows

Today the Church honors The Seven Sorrows of Our Lady of Sorrows.

1. The prophecy of Simeon. (St. Luke 2: 34, 35)
2. The flight into Egypt. (St. Matthew 2:13-14)
3. The loss of the Child Jesus in the temple. (St. Luke 3: 43-45)
4. The meeting of Jesus and Mary on the Way of the Cross.
5. The Crucifixion.
6. The taking down of the Body of Jesus from the Cross.
7. The burial of Jesus.

Stabat Mater Dolorosa is considered one of the seven greatest Latin hymns of all time. It is based upon the prophecy of Simeon that a sword was to pierce the heart of Our Lord's mother, Mary (Lk2:35). LINK

Stabat Mater Dolorosa is considered one of the seven greatest Latin hymns of all time. It is based upon the prophecy of Simeon that a sword was to pierce the heart of Our Lord's mother, Mary (Lk2:35).

Prayer:

At the cross her station keeping, 

Stood the mournful Mother weeping,

Close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, 

All His bitter anguish bearing, 

Now at length the sword had pass'd.

Oh, how sad and sore distress'd 

Was that Mother highly blest 

Of the sole-begotten One!

Christ above in torment hangs; 

She beneath beholds the pangs 

Of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep, 

Whelm'd in miseries so deep

Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain 

From partaking in her pain, 

In that Mother's pain untold?

Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, 

She beheld her tender child

All with bloody scourges rent.

For the sins of His own nation, 

Saw Him hang in desolation, 

Till His spirit forth He sent.

O thou Mother! fount of love! 

Touch my spirit from above; 

Make my heart with thine accord.

Make me feel as thou hast felt; 

Make my soul to glow and melt

With the love of Christ our Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through; 

In my heart each wound renew

Of my Saviour crucified.

Let me share with thee His pain, 

Who for all my sins was slain, 

Who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee, 

Mourning Him who mourn'd for me, 

All the days that I may live.

By the cross with thee to stay, 

There with thee to weep and pray, 

Is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins best, 

Listen to my fond request

Let me share thy grief divine.

Let me, to my latest breath, 

In my body bear the death

Of that dying Son of thine.

Wounded with His every wound, 

Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd 

In His very blood away.

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, 

Lest in flames I burn and die, 

In His awful Judgment day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, 

Be Thy Mother my defence, 

Be Thy cross my victory.

While my body here decays, 

May my soul Thy goodness praise, 

Safe in Paradise with Thee.