Pergolesi - Stabat Mater - Talens Lyriques (Complete)

                            

Stabat Mater - Giovanni Battista Pergolesi

Stabat mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa Dum pendebat Filius. Cujus animam gementem Contristatem et dolentes Pertransivit gladius. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigeniti. Quae morebat et dolebat et tremebat cum videbat Nati poenas inclyti. Quis est homo qui non fleret Christi Matrem si videret In tanto supplicio? Quis posset non contristari Piam Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. Eia Mater fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum, In amando Christum Deum Ut sibi complaceam. Sancta Mater istud agas Crucifixi fige plagas Corde meo valide. Tui nati vulnerati Jam dignati pro me pati Poenas mecum divide. Fac me vere tecum flere Crucifixo condolere Donec ego vixero. Juxta crucem tecum stare Te libenter sociare In planctu desidero. Virgo, virginum praeclara Mihi jam non sis amara Fac me tecum plangere. Fac ut portem Christi mortem Passionis ejus sortem Et plagas recolere. Fac me plagis vulnerari Cruce hac inebriari Ob amorem Filii. Inflammatus et accensus Per te Virgo sim defensus In die judicii. Fac me Cruce custodiri Morte Christi praemuniri Confoveri gratia Quando corpus morietur Fac ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen.

The mother stood sorrowing by the cross, weeping while her Son hung there; Whose soul, lamenting, sorrowing and grieving, has been pierced by the sword. O how sad and afflicted was that blessed Mother of her only-begotten Son. Who wept and grieved and trembled to behold the torment of her glorious child. What man would not weep if he saw the Mother of Christ in such torment? Who could not be sorrowful to behold the pious mother grieving with her Son? For the sins of His people she saw Jesus in torment and subjected to the whip. She saw her sweet Son dying, forsaken, as He gave up the spirit. Ah Mother, fount of love, let me feel the force of grief, that I may grieve with you. Make my heart burn with the love of Christ, the God, that I may be pleasing to Him. Holy Mother, bring this to pass, transfix the wounds of Him who is  crucified firmly onto my heart. Of your wounded Son, who deigns to suffer for my sake, let me share the pains. Make me truly weep with you, grieving with Him who is crucified so that I may live. To stand by the cross with you, to be freely joined with you in lamentation, I desire. Virgin of virgins, resplendent, do not now be harsh towards me, let me weep with you. Let me carry Christ's death, the destiny of his passion, and meditate upon his wounds. Let me suffer the wounds of that cross, steeped in love of your Son. Fired and excited by you, O Virgin, let me be defended on the day of judgement. Let me be shielded by the cross, protected by Christ's death, cherished by grace. When my body dies, let my soul be given the glory of paradise. Amen.  Les Talens Lyriques conducted by Christophe Rousset Sabina Puertolas (Soprano) and Vivica Genaux (Mezzosoprano)

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