Lassus: Stabat mater - Currende 

Orlandus Lassus: Stabat mater
Currende
Erik Van Nevel
This piece is based on the alternation of a high choir (SSAT) in the odd verses (1, 3, 5, 7, 9) with a low choir (ATTB) in the even verses (2, 4, 6, 8), the last verse (10) is set for the joint forces of the two choirs.
Score: www.cpdl.org (Pothárn Imre)
Stabat Mater dolorosa
juxta crucem lacrimosa
dum pendebat Filius,
Cujus animam gementem
contristantem et dolentem
pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta
fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti!
Quae moerebat et dolebat
et tremebat cum videbat
nati poenas inclyti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret
Christi Matrem si videret
in tanto supplicio?
Quis posset non contristari
piam Matrem contemplari
dolentem cum Filio ?
Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Jesum in tormentis
et flagellis subditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
morientem desolatum,
dum emisit spiritum.
Eja, Mater, fons amoris,
me sentire vim doloris,
fac ut tecum lugeam.
Fac ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum
ut sibi complaceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifixi fige plagas
cordi meo valide.
Tui nati vulnerati,
jam dignati pro me pati,
poenas mecum divide.
Fac me vere tecum flere,
crucifixo condolere,
donec ego vixero.
Juxta crucem tecum stare,
te libenter sociare
in planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum praeclara,
mihi jam non sis amara,
fac me tecum plangere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
passionis ejus fortem
et plagas recolere.
Fac me plagis vulnerari,
cruce hac inebriari,
ob amorem Filii.
Inflammatus et accensus,
per te, Virgo, sim defensus
in die judicii.
Fac me cruce custodiri,
morte Christi praemuniri,
confoveri gratia.
Quando corpus morietur,
fac ut animae donetur
paradisi gloria.
=== ENGLISH ===
At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her soul, of joy bereaved,
bowed with anguish, deeply grieved,
now at length the sword hath passed.
Oh how sad and sore distressed
was that mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm'd in miseries so deep
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother's pain untold?
Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd,
She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourn'd for me,
All the days that I may live.
By the cross with thee to stay,
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.
Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd
In His very blood away.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defence,
Be Thy cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.