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ANOTHER MOTHER SHEDS TEARS!
Near the cross her vigil keeping,
Stood the mother,
Worn with weeping,
Where he hung,
The dying Lord;
Through her soul,
In anguish groaning,
Bowed in sorrow,
Sighing, moaning,
Passed with sharp and piercing sword.
O the weight of her affliction!
Her’s who won God’s benediction,
Her’s who bore God’s Holy One,
O that speechless,
Ceaseless yearning!
O those dim eyes never turning,
From her wondrous
Suffering Son.
From the pulpit of the cross, Jesus preaches a sermon to all ages on the fifth commandment.
There is something infinitely moving in the fact that Jesus, in the agony of the cross, when
the salvation of the world hung in the balance, thought of the loneliness of his mother in the
days ahead.
He never forgot the duties that lay to his hand. He was Mary’s eldest son, and even in the
moment of his cosmic battle, he did not forget the simple things that lay near home.
