3. In this Thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me, With Thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be; Beneath Thy Cross abiding, Forever would I rest, In Thy dear love confiding, And with Thy presence blest. Copyright 1920 by N. A. M. Page 31-32 ---------- No. 23 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE At the Cross her station keeping Stabat Mater Jacopone da Todi. XIV Cent. Traditional Melody from the Maintzesch Gesangbuch 1661 Harmonized by N. A. M. Not too slow 1. At the Cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last. 2. Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword has passed. 3. O that blessed one, grief laden, Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden, Mother of the All-blest one. 4. How she stood in desolation Upward gazing on the passion Of that deathless dying Son. 5. Who could see, from tears refraining, Christ's dear Mother uncomplaining In so great a sorrow bowed? 6. Who, unmoved, beheld her languish Underneath His Cross of anguish, 'Mid the fierce unpitying crowd? 7. For His people's sin th'All Holy She beheld, the victim lowly, Bleed in torments, bleed and die. 8. Saw her well-beloved taken, Saw her Child in death forsaken, Heard his last expiring cry. 9. Fount of love and sacred sorrow, Mother! May my spirit borrow Sadness from thy holy woe. 10. May my spirit burn within me, Love my God, and great love win me Grace to please Him here below. 11. Those five Wounds on Jesus smitten, Mother, in my heart be written, Deep as in thine own they be. 12. Thou, my Savior's Cross who bearest, Thou, Thy Son's rebuke who sharest, Let me share them both with thee. 13. In the Passion of my Maker Be my sinful soul partaker, Weep till death, and weep with thee. 14. Mine with thee be that sad station, There to watch the great Salvation, Wrought upon th'atoning Tree. 15. Virgin, thou of virgins fairest, May the bitter woe thou sharest Make on me impression deep. 16. Thus Christ's dying may I carry, With Him in His passion tarry, And His wounds in mem'ry keep. 17. May His wounds transfix me wholly, May His Cross and Life Blood holy Embriate my heart and mind. 18. Thus inflamed with pure affection, In the Virgin's Son protection May I at the judgment find. 19. When in death my limbs are failing, Let Thy Mother's pray'r prevailing Lift me, Jesus, to Thy throne. 20. To my parting soul be given Entrance through the gate of Heaven, There confess me for Thine own. Amen Page 33-34 ---------- No. 24 LENT AND PASSIONTIDE I see my Jesus crucified Nicola A. Montani Devoto 1. I see my Jesus crucified, His wounded Hands and Feet and Side, His sacred Flesh all rent and torn, His bloody crown of sharpest thorn. 2. Those cruel nails, I drove them in, Each time I pierced Him with my sin That crown of thorns 'twas I who wove, When I despised His gracious love.