Author of the Lyrics
The author of the encouraging
words of the "At the Cross her station keeping " lyrics, Bernard of Clairvaux (AD1090-20 August, 1153),
was born in southern France and
achieved fame as a French abbot and the primary reformer for the Cistercian order. He wrote hymns during his his life in monasteries.
Composer of Hymn Music
The composer of the
music that accompanies the
words of "At the Cross her station keeping ", John B. Dykes (March 10, 1823-January 22, 1876),
was born in Kingston upon Hull, England and
became famous as a Theologist, Church organist, composer and musician.
Information about the
Title of Hymn: At the Cross her station keeping
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): Bernard of Clairvaux (AD1090
to 20 August, 1153)
Nationality of Author:
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: Edward Caswall (1814 - 1878) who translated the words from Latin to English
Name of Composer of Music: John B. Dykes (March 10, 1823 to
January 22, 1876)
Hymn Category: Catholic Songs
First Line of Hymn: "At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping"
First Publication Date:
At the Cross her station keeping Lyrics
At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus at the last,
Through her soul, of joy bereavèd,
bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd,
now at length the sword hath passed.
O, that blessed one, grief-laden,
blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,
Mother of the all-holy One;
O that silent, ceaseless mourning,
O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.
Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing,
in her trouble so amazing,
born of woman, would not weep?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
such a cup of sorrow drinking,
would not share her sorrows deep?
For his people's sins, in anguish,
there she saw the victim languish,
bleed in torments, bleed and die.
Saw the Lord's anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.
In the passion of my Maker,
be my sinful soul partaker,
may I bear with her my part;
of his passion bear the token,
in a spirit bowed and broken
bear his death within my heart.
May his wounds both wound and heal me,
he enkindle, cleanse, and heal me,
be his cross my hope and stay.
May he, when the mountains quiver,
from that flame which burns for ever
shield me on the judgment day.
Jesus, may thy cross defend me,
and thy saving death befriend me,
cherished by thy deathless grace:
when to dust my dust returneth,
grant a soul that to thee yearneth
in thy paradise a place.