Methodist-Hymns-185
1: AT the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord;
For her soul of joy bereavèd,
Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword
2: O how sad and sore distressèd
Now was she, that mother blessèd
Of the sole- begotten One;
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the crucifixion
Of her ever- glorious Son.
3: For His people’s sins chastisèd,
She beheld her Son despisèd,
Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined;
Saw Him then from judgment taken,
And in death by all forsaken,
Till His Spirit He resigned.
4: Jesus, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,
Fount of love, Redeemer kind,
That my heart, fresh ardor gaining,
And a purer love attaining,
May with Thee acceptance find. Amen.