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Stood the Mother weeping sighing,
Near her son the crucified,
Saw Him writhing, bleeding, dying,
Felt the sword her soul divide.
Holy Mother, may I borrow,
Unmeasured love like thine,
Grace to share with thee in sorrow,
For Him thy son divine.
Hers, what sadness and affliction
Mother of the only One,
Hers, the crowned with benediction,
Jesus dies her glorious Son.
Holy Mother, may I borrow,
Unmeasured love like thine,
Grace to share with thee in sorrow,
For Him thy son divine.
Who, the mortal without weeping,
Could behold that Mother's woe?
Tearless see her, vigils keeping,
Near her Jesus suff'ring so.
Holy Mother, may I borrow,
Unmeasured love like thine,
Grace to share with thee in sorrow,
For Him thy son divine.
For the sins of hapless mortals,
Scourged and beaten to the goal,
See she Him at death's dark portals,
Pouring out for us His soul.
Holy Mother, may I borrow,
Unmeasured love like thine,
Grace to share with thee in sorrow,
For Him thy son divine.
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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