The awful noontide gloom is o’erAuthor: Archer T. Gurney
Tune: WINDSOR (OLD 116TH)
Published in 1 hymnal
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1 The awful noontide gloom is o’er,
The darkness ebbs away;
The Maries linger to adore:
O, let us with them pray!
2 Yea, let us linger ’neath the cross
Where hangs the Lord of Life;
Now let us weep their bitter loss,
And mourn our carnal strife.
3 More calmly now each past offense
May we in grief review,
And weep our vanished innocence,
And feel despair our due.
4 Yet He upon the cross who lies
For us hath pardon won;
Thence blend we comfort with our sighs,
And laud the glorious Son.
5 The hours creep on—O rest we here
Beneath the cross’ shade!
We’ll keep our vigil, sad yet dear,
Till low our Lord is laid.
6 See! Joseph comes with spices’ store;
See Nicodemus aid:
They gaze upon their Lord once more
While daylight’s rays do fade.
7 With pious haste and pious awe
They soon their task complete;
From those blest hands the nails they draw
And free those sacred feet.
8 Then down the blessèd form they bear
And low on earth to lay,
And weeping bend in silent prayer,
Yet scarce for tears can pray.
9 Now see that gracious company,
The Maries, true Saint John,
And those twain lords of high degree
Now raise and bear Him on.
10 They bear Him to the new-hewn tomb,
There down their Lord they set,
And leave Him in the sacred gloom,
Their Lord, and Savior yet.
11 O silent tears, O sighs of pain,
How flowed ye fast and free!
For them, for us, the Lamb was slain
To all eternity.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10795
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10795||The Awful Noontide Gloom Is O'er||The awful noontide gloom is o’er||WINDSOR||Archer T. Gurney||CM||<cite>Lyra Messianica</cite> by Orby Shipley (London: Longman, Green, Longman, roberts & Green, 1864)|