Ave Mater Dolorosa – Hail, Mother of Sorrowful
Mother, hail, immersed in woes,
thou the Martyr’s earliest rose,
hear my cry, to thee I pray:
R. Grant that in death’s agony,
putting all my trust in thee,
I may win the just soul’s peace.
By that sorrow, like a sword,
at the holy Simeon’s word,
piercing through thy heart and soul:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow, whelming thee,
when to Egypt thou dost flee,
so to save thy holy Child:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow, when in tears,
seeking Jesus midst His peers,
thou dost find Him once again:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow, racking thee,
when thy Son’s Cross thou dost see
bowing Him beneath its weight.
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow fixed in thee,
whilst He hangs upon the tree,
thou thyself a victim too:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow, when thy breast
now enfolds the body blest
taken down from of the Cross:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
By that sorrow, when the tomb
Takes Him from thee to its gloom,
loving Mother, Virgin blest:
R. Grant that in death’s agony, …
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
be Thy Mother my defense,
be Thy Cross my victory.
Amen.
