1 We sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died up

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The sinner's hope let men de-ride: For this we count the world but loss. Amen.

STABAT MATER.

To be sung in unison.

8.8.7.8.8.7.

Mayence, 1661.

sta tion keep-ing, Stood the mourn - ful bereaved, Bowed with an-guish,

2 O how sad and sore distressed

Now was she, that mother blessed
Of the sole-begotten One.
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever-glorious Son.

3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
Pierced by anguish 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?

4 For His people's sins chastised,

She beheld her Son despised,

Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,

Till His spirit He resigned.

5 Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind;

That my heart fresh ardour gaining,

And a purer love attaining,

May with Thee acceptance find. Amen.
Latin, 12th cent.; tr. RICHARD MANT, 1833,
and EDWARD CASWALL, 1849, cento.

6.4.6.3.D.

I. The Question.

1 In His own raiment clad, With His blood dyed; Women walk

5 Follow to Calvary; Tread where He trod,