Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Seven Dolours, September, Matins

Let evening’s gloomy dusk pervade the sky,
And let the astonished sun remove the day,
While I the scorn and mortal suffering
Recount, which from God’s Son took life away.

Ah Mother! thou didst then with weeping eyes,
But heart unconquered, that dread sight behold,
The while Thy Son upon the fatal cross
Moaned, as He hung, in agonies untold.

Thy Son before thine eyes hung there, His Flesh
All torn with scourgings numerous and fierce,
His Body was one mass of gaping wounds;
How many cruel swords thy soul did pierce!

Ah! how did spittings, blows, and stripes, and wounds,
And gall and aloes, nails, and sponge, and lance,
And thirst, and thorny crown, anid bleeding dire,
The anguish of thy loving soul enhance!

Meanwhile there stands the Virgin, grander far
Than martyrs all; by a new prodigy,
Thou, Mother, dying in so many ways,
Pierced by such dreadful sorrows, didst not die.

Be glory, praise, and honour, to the Trinity
Supreme, from whom, with earnest suppliant prayer,
I beg strength like the Virgin’s, that I may
To cope with difficulties bravely dare. Amen.

– translated by Archbishop Edward Gilpin Bagshawe, C.O., Bishop of Nottingham, England