Category: Holy Week
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At the Cross her station keeping,Stood the mournful Mother weeping,Close to Jesus to the last: Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,All his bitter anguish bearing,now at length the sword has pass’d. Oh, how sad and sore distress’dWas that Mother highly blestOf the sole-begotten One! Christ above in torment hangs;She beneath beholds the pangsOf her dying glorious Son. Is there…