56. Thou sore-oppress'd

Thou sore-oppress'd,
The Sabbath rest
In yon still grave art keeping!
All thy labour now is done,
Past is all Thy weeping!

The strife is o'er,
Nought hurts Thee more,
The heart at last hath slumber'd,
That in conflict sore for us
Bore our sins unnumber'd.

Thou awful tomb,
Once fill'd with gloom!
How blessed and how holy
Art thou now, since in the grave
Slept the Saviour lowly!

How calm and blest
The dead now rest
Who in the Lord departed!
All their works do follow them,
Yes, they sleep glad-hearted.

O lead us Thou
To rest e'en now,
With all who, sorely anguish'd
'Neath the burden of their sins,
Long in woe have languish'd.

O Blessed Rock!
Soon grant Thy flock
To see Thy Sabbath morning!
Strife and pain will all be past
When that day is dawning.

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First Line: Thou sore-oppress'd
Title: Thou sore-oppress'd
German Title: Nun gingst auch du
Author: Viktor Strauss
Language: English
Publication Date: 1863
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