TABB JOHAN BANISTER [1845-1909]
Stabat Mater
In the shadow of the rood, Broken-hearted there she stood Near her Son and Lord; While her soul, His doom lamenting, Yet in sacrifice consenting, Felt the cleaving sword.
Thou alone no ransom needing, Let thy Son, the Victim bleeding, For my sin atone; What for me, my God and Brother Deigns to bear, O sinless Mother, Lean not thou alone.
To the lash, for sin atoning, Lo, He bows! and thou, O moaning Mother, now must see Limb from limb His spirit languish, And His latest looks of anguish, Turned in love to thee!
Came there ever to another Grief like thine, O wounded Mother, As thou lookest upon Him, the Son of God, all holy, And of thee, a virgin lowly, Sole-begotten Son?
Who so lost to human feeling As to hide his tears revealing Sympathy with thine? Who that e'er was born of woman, In a tenderness so human, Sees not love divine?
Let me near the fountain growing Of thy tenderness o'erflowing, Drink my fill thereof; Let the fervid flames illuming All thy soul, a fire consuming, Kindle mine to love.
One with thee, my vigil keeping; One with thee, the mourner, weeping Near His sacred side, Where thy soil in desolation Waits of woe the consummation, Let my soul abide.
Virgin, earth's divinest blossom, Spurn not from thy fragrant bosom Dews that fall for thee! Make me, near thy Son remaining, Simon-like, His cross sustaining, One in sympathy!
Let me from His life-distilling Wounds, mine empty chalice filling, Quaff the crimson wine; Let the flames, devouring, end me, In thy chastity defend me, From the wrath divine.
Lord, through her who brought Thee hither, Let me, hence departing whither Thou the way hast found, Come through Death's opposing portal, To the Victor's palm immortal, With Thy glory crowned.
[ Indietro ]
ANTOLOGIA DEI POETI Copyright © da PORTALE DI MARIOLOGIA - (650 letture) |