Hymn 99
At the Cross, her station keeping

1. At the Cross, her station keeping, Stood The mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul, of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2. O, how sad and sore distressed Now was she, that mother blessed Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3. Who, on Christís dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christís dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4. For His peopleís sins chastised She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5. Jesus, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind, That my heart, fresh ardour gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find





Hymn 99 THE PCN New Haven, Enugu