Text: | O darkest woe! |
1 O DARKEST woe!
Ye tears, forth flow!
Has earth so sad a wonder?
God the Father's only Son
Now is buried yonder!
2 O sorrow dread!
Our God is dead,
But be His expiation
Of our guilt upon the cross
Gained for us salvation.
3 O child 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 See, stained with blood,
The Lamb of God,
The Bridegroom, 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 O Virgin-born,
Thy death we mourn,
Thou lovely Star of gladness!
Who could see Thy reeking blood
Void of grief and sadness:
7 Yea, blest is he
Whose heart shall be
Fixed here, who apprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus
To the grave descendeth.
8 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! |
Meter: | 4, 4, 7, 7, 6. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Passion |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Comp.; German: O Traurigkeit, O herzeleid - J. Rist, 1641 |