At the Cross Her Station Keeping
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At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.
Oh how sad and sore distressed,
Was that Mother highly blest
Oh the sole begotten One!
Stood the mournful mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.
Oh how sad and sore distressed,
Was that Mother highly blest
Oh the sole begotten One!