Stabat Mater

At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last.	At te zros her stadion képiñ, Stant te mõrnful Moter vépiñ Zlosë to Iesus to te last
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, All his bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword had passed.	Tróge 'er hèrt, his sorov sãriñ Al his biter anguis' bèriñ Nov at leñt te svord haft past
Oh, how sad and sore distressed Was that Mother highly blessed Of the sole begotten One!	Ó, hov sad and sorë distrest 'Sëd tat Moter higlü blest Of te solë begoten Onë!
Christ above in torment hangs, She beneath beholds the pangs Of her dying, glorious Son.	Z'rist abovë 'n torment hañs Sẽ benèt' beholds te pañs Of her düiñ, gloriõs Son.
Is there one who would not weep, ‘Whelmed in miseries so deep, Christ’s dear Mother to behold?	Is terë onë võ võld not vép, 'Vẽlmëd in miserís so dép, Z'rists dèr Moter to behold?
Can the human heart refrain From partaking in her pain, In that mother’s pain untold?	Zan te human hèrt refrain, From partakiñ in her pain, In tat moters pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled, She beheld her tender Child, All with bloody scourges rent.	Bruist, deridëd, zurst, defilt. Sẽ beholdëd her tender Zĩld, Al vit blódü szõrges rent.
For the sins of his own nation Saw him hang in desolation Till his spirit forth he sent.	For te sins of his ovon nadion, Séd him hañ in desoladion, Til his spirit fort he sent.
O sweet Mother! font of love, Touch my spirit from above, Make my heart with yours accord.	O svét Moter! font of lovë Tõz' mü spirit from abovë Makë mü hèrt vit ürs azord.
Make me feel as you have felt; Make my soul to glow and melt With the love of Christ, my Lord.	Makë me fél as ü havë féld, Makë mü sõl to glov and melt, Vit te lovë of Z'rist, mü Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through, In my heart each wound renew Of my Savior crucified.	Holü Moter, pírze me tróge, In mü hèrt èz' võnd renev Of mü Savior zruzifíd
Let me share with you his pain, Who for all our sins was slain, Who for me in torments died.	Let me sãrë vit ü his pain, Võ for al õr sins 'sëd slain, Võ for më in torments díd.
Let me mingle tears with you, Mourning him who mourned for me, All the days that I may live.	Let me miñle tèrs vit ü, Mõrniñ him võ mõrnt for me, Al te daüs tat i maü livë
By the cross with you to stay, There with you to weep and pray, Is all I ask of you to give.	Bü te zros vit ü to staü, Terë vit ü to vép and praü, Is al i ask of ü to givë
Virgin of all virgins blest! Listen to my fond request: Let me share your grief divine.	Virgin of al virgins blest! Listen to mü fond reguest: Let me sãrë ür gríf divinë.
Let me to my latest breath, In my body bear the death Of that dying Son of yours.	Let me to mü latest brèt In mü bodü bèr te dèt' Of tat düiñ Son of ürs.