1 O darkest Woe! Ye tears forth flow!
Has earth so sad a wonder,
That the Father's only Son
Now is buried yonder!
2 O sorrow dread! Our God is dead,
But by His expiation
Of our guilt upon the cross
Gained for us salvation.
3 O son of man! It was the ban
Of death on thee that brought Him
Down to suffer for thy sins,
And such woe hath wrought Him.
4 Behold thy Lord, The Lamb of God,
Blood-sprinkled lies before thee
Pouring out His life that He
May to life restore thee.
5 O Ground of faith Laid low in death!
Sweet lips now silent sleeping!
Surely all that live must mourn
Here with bitter weeping.
6 Yea, blest is he, Whose heart shall be
Fix'd here, and apprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus
To the grave descendeth.
7 O Jesus blest! My help and rest!
With tears I now entreat Thee;
Make me love Thee to the last,
Till in heaven I greet Thee!
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First Line: | O darkest Woe! Ye tears forth flow! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Passion |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from Index: J. Rist—Winkworth; Hymn from the German Text: O Traurigkeit, O Herzeleid |