On the cross her son was dying. Mary stood beneath him crying.
Sharing in his saving cross. As he hangs her soul is grieving. And a sword her heart is cleaving. And she weeps the bitter loss.
O, the sad afflicted Mother. Of the Son beyond all others. Only Son of God most high.
Full of grief, her heart is aching. Watching Him, her body quaking. Trembles as her Offspring dies.
Text: Stabat Mater Dolorosa. Translated by Katherine Pluth.
Tune: STABAT MATER, Mainz Gesangbuch
Source: Word on Fire Liturgy of the Hours