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1. At the cross her vigil keeping
stood the mournful mother weeping
where he hung, the dying Lord.
2.Through her soul of joy bereaved,
bowed with sorrow, deeply grieved,
passed the sharp and piercing sword.
3. Who, upon that mother gazing,
in her anguish so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
4. Who, of Christ's dear mother thinking
while her son that cup is drinking,
would not share her sorrow deep?
5. She beheld her son despised,
for his people's sins chastised,
scourged and crowned with thorns entwined,
6.saw him then from judgement taken,
and in death by all forsaken,
till his spirit he resigned.
7 .Near thy cross, O Christ, abiding,
grief and love my heart dividing,
I with her would take my place:
8. by thy saving cross uphold me,
in thy dying, Christ, enfold me
with the deathless arms of grace.