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At the Cross her station keeping

At the Cross her station keeping Lyrics and Music

The inspirational words and lyrics of this beloved hymn begin with "At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping" as the first line of the hymn. The words and lyrics of this "At the Cross her station keeping" hymn are attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux. The author of the hymn, Bernard of Clairvaux, was born in 1090 and died on August 20, 1153. The composer of the music to the "At the Cross her station keeping" is unknown. We have placed "At the Cross her station keeping" in the category of Catholic Hymns. Enjoy the beautiful lyrics of this popular Roman Catholic church song and classical church hymn.

At the Cross her station keeping Hymn
Title: At the Cross her station keeping *** Hymns Category: Catholic Hymns *** First Line of the Hymn: "At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping"

Information about the Hymn
Title of Hymn: At the Cross her station keeping
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): Bernard of Clairvaux (1090 to August 20, 1153)
Nationality of Author: French
Translator of the Hymn lyrics: Edward Caswall (1814-1878)
Name of Composer of Music: Unknown
Hymn Category: Catholic Hymns
First Line of Hymn: "At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping"
First Publication Date: zpubz

At the Cross her station keeping Lyrics

At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus at the last,
Through her soul, of joy bereavèd,
bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
now at length the sword hath passed.

O, that blessed one, grief-laden,
blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,
Mother of the all-holy One;
O that silent, ceaseless mourning,
O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.

Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
in her trouble so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
such a cup of sorrow drinking,
would not share her sorrows deep?

For his people's sins, in anguish,
there she saw the victim languish,
bleed in torments, bleed and die.
Saw the Lord's anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.

In the passion of my Maker,
be my sinful soul partaker,
may I bear with her my part;
of his passion bear the token,
in a spirit bowed and broken
bear his death within my heart.

May his wounds both wound and heal me,
he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me,
be his cross my hope and stay.
May he, when the mountains quiver,
from that flame which burns for ever
shield me on the judgment day.

Jesus, may thy cross defend me,
and thy saving death befriend me,
cherished by thy deathless grace:
when to dust my dust returneth,
grant a soul that to thee yearneth
in thy paradise a place.

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