HYMN
What a sea
of tears and sorrow
Did the soul
of Mary toss
To and fro
upon its billows,
While she wept
her bitter loss;
In her arms
her Jesus holding,
Torn so
newly from the cross.
Oh, that
mournful Virgin-Mother!
See her
tears how fast they flow
Down upon
his mangled body,
Wounded
side, and thorny brow;
While his
hands and feet she kisses—
Picture of
immortal woe.
Oft and oft
his arms and bosom
Fondly
straining to her own;
Oft her
pallid lips imprinting
On each
wound of her dear Son;
Till at
last, in swoons of anguish,
Sense and
consciousness are gone.
Gentle
Mother, we beseech thee
By thy tears
and troubles sore;
By the death
of thy dear offspring,
By the
bloody wounds he bore;
Touch our
hearts with that true sorrow
Which
afflicted thee of yore.
To the
Father everlasting,
And the Son
who reigns on high,
With the
co-eternal Spirit,
Trinity in
Unity,
Be
salvation, honour, blessing
The Martyrs suffered under the torments inflicted on them by tyrants, but Our Lord, Who never abandons His servants, always comforted them in the midst of their sufferings. The love of God burning in their hearts rendered all their pains sweet and pleasing to them. So that the greater their love for Jesus Christ, the less did they feel their pains; and, in the midst of them all, the remembrance alone of the Passion of Christ sufficed to console them.
With Mary it
was precisely the reverse; for the torments of Jesus were her Martyrdom, and
love for Jesus was her only executioner. Here we must repeat the words of
Jeremias: Great as the sea is thy destruction: who shall heal thee? As the sea
is all bitterness, and has not within its bosom a single drop of water which is
sweet, so also was the heart of Mary all bitterness, and without the least
consolation: Who shall heal thee? Her Son alone could console her and heal her
wounds; but how could Mary receive comfort in her grief from her crucified Son,
since the love she bore Him was the whole cause of her Martyrdom?
“To
understand, then, how great was the grief of Mary, we must understand,” says
Cornelius a Lapide, “how great was the love she bore her Son.” But who can ever
measure this love? Blessed Amadeus says that “natural love towards Him as her
Son, and supernatural love towards Him as her God, were united in the heart of
Mary.” These two loves were blended into one, and this so great a love, that
William of Paris does not hesitate to assert that Mary loved Jesus “as much as
it was possible for a pure creature to love Him.” So that, as Richard of St.
Victor says, “as no other creature ever loved God as much as Mary loved Him, so
there never was any sorrow like Mary’s sorrow.”
Prayer
My sorrowful
Mother, by the merit of that grief which thou didst feel in seeing thy beloved
Jesus led to death, obtain me the grace, that I also may bear with patience the
crosses God sends me. Happy indeed shall I be, if I only know how to accompany
thee with my cross until death. Thou with thy Jesus–and You were both
innocent–hast carried a far heavier cross; and shall I, a sinner, who have
deserved hell, refuse to carry mine? Ah, Immaculate Virgin, from thee do I hope
for help to bear all crosses with patience. Amen.
The Blessed
Virgin already understood the Sacred Scriptures; she well knew that the time
foretold by the Prophets for the coming of the Messias had arrived; she knew
that the Seventy Weeks of Daniel were completed, and that the sceptre of Juda
had passed into the hands of Herod, a stranger, according to the prophecy of
Jacob; she also knew that the Mother of the Messiah was to be a Virgin. She
then heard the Angel give her praises, which it was evident could apply to no
other than the Mother of God. May not a thought or doubt have entered her mind,
that she was perhaps this chosen Mother? No; her profound humility did not even
allow her to have a doubt. Those praises only caused her so great fear, that
the Angel himself was obliged to encourage her not to fear, as St. Peter
Chrysologus writes: “As Christ was pleased to be comforted by an Angel, so had
the Blessed Virgin to be encouraged by one.” St. Gabriel said, Fear not, Mary;
for thou hast found grace with God. (Luke i. 30). As if he had said, Why
fearest thou, O Mary? Knowest thou not that God exalts the humble? Thou in
thine own eyes art lowly and of no account, and therefore He in His goodness
exalts thee to the dignity of being His Mother. Behold, thou shalt conceive in
thy womb, and shalt bring forth a Son; and thou shalt call his name Jesus.
(Luke i. 31).
In the
meantime the Angel waits to know whether she is willing to be the Mother of
God. St. Bernard addresses her, saying: “The Angel awaits thy reply; and we
also, O Lady, on whom the sentence of condemnation weighs so heavily, await the
word of mercy.” “Behold, O holy Virgin, the price of our salvation, which will
be the Blood of that Son now to be formed in thy womb. This price is offered to
thee to pay for our sins, and deliver us from death; we shall be instantly
delivered, if thou consentest.”
“Thy Lord Himself desires thy consent; for by it He has determined to save the world. He desires it with an ardour equal to the love with which He has loved thy beauty.”
“Answer, O sacred Virgin,” says St. Augustine, “why delayest thou the salvation of the world, which depends on thy consent?”
“Thy Lord Himself desires thy consent; for by it He has determined to save the world. He desires it with an ardour equal to the love with which He has loved thy beauty.”
“Answer, O sacred Virgin,” says St. Augustine, “why delayest thou the salvation of the world, which depends on thy consent?”
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