Friday of Sorrows

 

As we view the headlines today, and feel sorrow and the need for prayer, we turn to Our Lady on this Friday before Holy Week, traditionally called Friday of Sorrows, a day during Passion Week when we especially remember the sorrows of Our Lady, who suffered with her Divine Son as He was mocked and scourged and crucified.  In the Divine Worship Missal this day is called “St. Mary in Passiontide” and many Spanish-speaking countries, so devoted to the sorrows of Our Lady, consider this the beginning of Holy Week observances, including processions and public acts of penance.

Here is the Collect for this day as found in Divine Worship: The Missal:

O LORD in whose Passion, according to the prophecy of
Simeon, the sword of sorrow did pierce the most loving
soul of thy glorious Virgin Mother Mary: mercifully grant that we, who devoutly call to mind the suffering whereby she was pierced, may, by the glorious merits and prayers of all the Saints who have stood beneath the Cross, obtain with gladness the benefits of thy Passion; who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end.
Amen.

And because we just can’t let pass an opportunity to post the Stabat Mater, here is a contemporary rendition by Stefano Lenten

Stabat Mater by Pergolesi

When I was a novice I practically wore out my tape (yeah, we were still using tapes in the year 2000 – seems like an awfully long time ago, doesn’t it?) of Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater.  I don’t think I could ever get tired of listening to it.  Unlike the music you find today, both the music and the lyrics are beautiful and meaningful.

1. Stabat Mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat Filius.2. Cuius animam gementem
Contristatam et dolentem
Pertransivit gladius.

3. O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti!

4. Quae moerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas incliti.

5. Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?

6. Quis non posset contristari,
Christi Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?

7. Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Iesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum.

8. Vidit suum dulcem natum
Moriendo desolatum
Dum emisit spiritum.

9. Eja Mater, fons amoris
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac, ut tecum lugeam.

10. Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
In amando Christum Deum
Ut sibi complaceam.

11. Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.

12. Tui nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide.

13. Fac me tecum, pie, flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.

14. Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.

15. Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara
Fac me tecum plangere.

16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem
Passionis fac consortem,
Et plagas recolere.

17. Fac me plagis vulnerari,
Fac me cruce inebriari,
Et cruore Filii.

18. Flammis ne urar succensus
Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die judicii.

19. Fac me cruce custodiri
Morte Christi praemuniri
Confoveri gratia

20. Quando corpus morietur,
Fac, ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria. Amen.
(Note: Verse 19 differs from translation)

1. At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.2. Through her soul, of joy bereaved,
bowed with anguish, deeply grieved,
now at length the sword hath passed.

3. Oh how sad and sore distressed
was that mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!

4. Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.

5. Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm’d in miseries so deep
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?

6. Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother’s pain untold?

7. Bruis’d, derided, curs’d, defil’d,
She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.

8. For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

9. O thou Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with thine accord.

10. Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ our Lord.

11. Holy Mother! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.

12. Let me share with thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.

13. Let me mingle tears with thee,
Mourning Him who mourn’d for me,
All the days that I may live.

14. By the cross with thee to stay,
There with thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of thee to give.

15. Virgin of all virgins best,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.

16. Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.

17. Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swoon’d
In His very blood away.

18. Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.

19. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defence,
Be Thy cross my victory.

20. While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.