11. Ecce, panis angelorum Factus cibus viatorum, Vere panis filiorum, Non mittendus canibus; In figuris praesignatur, Cum Isaac immolatur, Agnus paschae deputatur, Datur manna patribus. 11. Hail, angelic bread of heaven, Now the pilgrim’s hoping-leaven, Yea, the bread to children given That to dogs must not be thrown: In the figures contemplated, ’Twas with Isaac immolated, By the Lamb ’twas antedated, In the manna it was known. 12. Bone pastor, panis vere, Iesu, nostri miserere, Tu nos pasce, nos tuere, Tu nos bona fac videre In terra viventium. Tu qui cuncta scis et vales, Qui nos pascis hic mortales, Tuos ibi commensales, Cohaeredes et sodales Fac sanctorum civium. 12, O Good Shepherd, still confessing Love, in spite of our transgressing,— Here Thy blessed food possessing, Make us share Thine every blessing In the land of life and love: Thou, whose power hath all completed And Thy flesh as food hath meted, Make us, at Thy table seated, By Thy saints, as friends be greeted, In Thy paradise above. Tr. H. T. Henry (_Eucharistica_, Dolphin Press, Phila., 1912, p. 39-43. Quoted by permission of publishers.) XVI. _Stabat mater dolorosa_ 1. Stabat mater dolorosa Iuxta crucem lacrimosa, Dum pendebat filius, Cuius animam gementem, Contristantem et dolentem Pertransivit gladius. 1. By the Cross her vigil keeping Stands the Queen of sorrows weeping, While her son in torment hangs; Now she feels—O heart afflicted By the sword of old predicted!— More than all a mother’s pangs. 2. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigeniti, Quae maerebat et dolebat Et tremebat, dum videbat Nati poenas inclyti. 2. Sad and heavy stands beside him She who once had magnified him One—begotten, only—born; While she sees that rich atoning, Long the moaning, deep the groaning Of her mother—heart forlorn. 3. Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret, In tanto supplicio? Quis non posset contristari, Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio? 3. Who Christ’s Mother contemplating In such bitter anguish waiting, Has no human tears to shed? Who would leave Christ’s Mother, sharing All the pain her Son is bearing, By those tears uncomforted? 4. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Iesum in tormentis Et flagellis subditum; Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem, desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. 4. Victim-priest of Jewry’s nation, There he hangs in expiation; Scourge and nail have had their will; Earth and heaven his cause forsaking, Now his noble heart is breaking, Now the labouring breath is still. 5. Eia mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac, ut tecum lugeam; Fac, ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam.