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The Stabat Mater.
6.
Holy Mother, be thy ſtudy
Chriſt's dear image ſcarred and bloody
To enſhrine within my heart!
Martyred Son! whoſe grace has ſet me
Free from endleſs death, oh! let me
Of Thy ſufferings bear a part.
7.
Mother, let our tears commingle,
Be the crucifix my ſingle
Sign of ſorrow while I live:
Let me by the Croſs ſtand near thee,
There to fee thee, there to hear thee,
For each ſigh a ſigh to give.
8.
Pureſt of the Virgins! turn not
Thy diſpleaſure on me—ſpurn not
My deſire to weep with thee.
Let me live Chriſt's paſſion ſharing,
All His wounds and ſorrows bearing
In my tearful memory.
