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The Stabat Mater.
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6.
Print, O Mother, on my heart,
Deeply print the wounds, the ſmart
Of my Saviour's chaſtiſement;
He who, to redeem my loſs,
Deigned to bleed upon the croſs—
Make me ſhare His puniſhment.
7.
Ever with thee, at thy ſide,
'Neath the Christ, the Crucified,
Mournful mother, let me be!
By the Crofs fad vigil keeping,
Ever watchful, ever weeping,
Thy companion conſtantly!
8.
Maid of maidens, undefiled,
Mother gracious, mother mild,
Melt my heart to weep with thee!
Crown me with Christ's thorny wreath,
Make me confort of His death,
Sharer of His victory.
