- Stabat Mater speciosa
Juxta foenum gaudiosa,
Dum jacebat parvulus;
Cujus animam gaudentem,
Lætabundam et ferventem
Pertransivit jubilus.
- O quam læta et beata
Fuit illa immaculata
Mater unigeniti
Quæ gaudebat et ridebat,
Exultabat, cum videbat
Nati partum inclyti.
- Quisquam est, qui non gauderet,
Christi matrem si videret
In tanto solatio?
Quis non possit collætari,
Christi matrem contemplari
Ludentem cum filio?
- Pro peccatis suæ gentis
Christum vidit cum jumentis
Et algori subditum;
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Vagientem, adoratum
Vili diversorio.
- Nato Christo in præsepe
Coeli cives canunt læte
Cum immenso gaudio;
Stabat senex cum puella
Non cum verbo nec loquela
Stupescentes cordibus.
- Eja, mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim ardoris
Fac, ut tecum sentiam;
Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
In amatum Christum Deum,
Ut sibi complaceam.
- Sancta mater, istud agas,
Prone introducas plagas
Cordi fixas valide;
Tui nati coelo lapsi,
Jam dignati foeno nasci
Poenas mecum divide.
- Fac me vere congaudere,
Jesulino cohærere,
Donec ego vixero;
In me sistat ardo tui,
Puerino fac me frui,
Dum sum in exsilio.
- Virgo virginum præclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara,
Fac me parvum rapere;
Fac, ut pulchrum infantem portem,
Qui nascendo vicit mortem,
Volens vitam tradere.
- Fac me tecum satiari,
Nato me inebriari,
Stantem in tripudio;
Inflammatus et accensus
Obstupescit omnis sensus
Tali me commercio.
- Fac me nato custodiri,
Verbo Dei præmuniri,
Conservari gratia;
Quando corpus morietur
Fac, ut animæ donetur
Tui nati gloria!
| - By, the crib wherein reposing,
with His eyes in slumber closing,
lay serene her Infant-boy,
Stood the beauteous Mother feeling
bliss that could not bear concealing,
so her face o’erflowed with joy.
- Oh, the rapture naught could smother
of that most Immaculate Mother
of the sole-begotten One
When with laughing heart exulting,
she beheld her hopes resulting
In the great birth of her Son.
- Who would not with gratulation
see the happy consolation
of Christ’s Mother undefiled?
Who would not be glad surveying
Christ’s dear Mother bending, praying,
playing with her heavenly Child
- For a sinful world’s salvation,
Christ her Son’s humiliation
She beheld and brooded o’er;
Saw Him weak, a child, a stranger,
yet before Him in the manger
kings lie prostrate and adore.
- O’er that lowly manger winging,
joyful hosts from heaven were singing
canticles of holy praise;
While the old man and the maiden,
speaking naught, with hearts o’erladen,
pondered on God’s wondrous ways.
- Fount of love, forever flowing,
with a burning ardor glowing,
make me, Mother, feel like thee;
Let my heart, with graces gifted
all on fire, to Christ be lifted,
and by Him accepted be.
- Holy Mother, deign to bless me,
with His sacred Wounds impress me,
let them in my heart abide;
Since He came, thy Son, the Holy,
to a birth-place, ah, so lowly,
all His pains with me divide.
- Make me with true joy delighted,
to Child-Jesus be united
while my days of life endure;
While an exile here sojourning,
make my heart like thine be burning
with a love divine and pure.
- Spotless Maid and sinless Woman,
make us feel a fire in common,
make my heart’s long longing sure.
Virgin of all virgins highest,
prayer to thee thou ne’er denyest,
let me bear thy sweet Child too.
- Let me bear Him in my bosom,
Lord of life, and never lose Him,
since His birth doth death subdue.
Let me show forth how immense is
the effect on all my senses
of an union so divine.
- All who in the crib revere Him,
like the shepherds watching near Him,
will attend Him through the night,
By thy powerful prayers protected,
grant, O Queen, that His elected
may behold heaven’s moving light.
- Make me by His birth be guarded,
by God’s holy word be warded,
by His grace till all is done;
When my body lies obstructed,
make my soul to be conducted,
to the vision of thy Son.
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