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

With what abundant floods of tears,
Overwhelmed in sorrow’s mighty sea,
The Virgin Mother sees her Son,
Now taken from the bleeding Tree,
As in her arms she holds, with grief,
His Sacred Body on her knee.

His dear sweet Mouth, His gentle Breast,
His most beloved pierced Side,
His wounded Hands, the right, the left,
Whence flowed His sacred Life-Blood’s tide,
With tears she waters, and His Feet,
With that same blood now crimson dyed.

A hundred and a thousand times
She presses His dear Hands and Feet,
And close against His wounded Breast,
Her own most loving heart doth beat,
And so she wholly melts away,
In kisses, sorrowful and sweet.

O Mother, by those loving tears,
And by the burial, full of woe,
Of thy dear Son, and by His Wounds,
With gore empurpled, deign to show
To us thy pity, and the grief,
Which fills thy heart, on us bestow.

Now to the Father and the Son
May everlasting glory be,
And to the Eternal Spirit too,
The Holy Sovereign Trinity,
With endless honour, laud, and praise,
Both now and for Eternity. Amen.

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