Text: | O darkest woe! |
Author: | J. Rist |
Translator: | C. Winkworth |
1 O darkest woe!
Ye tears, forth flow!
Has earth so sad a wonder,
That the Father's only Son
Now lies buried yonder.
2 O sinful man,
It was the ban
Of death on thee that brought Him
Down to suffer for thy sins,
And such woe hath wrought Him.
3 Behold thy Lord,
The Lamb of God,
Blood-sprinkled lies before thee,
Pouring out His life that He
May to life restore thee.
4 O Ground of faith,
Laid low in death!
Sweet lips now silent sleeping!
Surely all that live must mourn
Here with bitter weeping.
5 Yea, blest is he
Whose heart shall be
Fixed here and apprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus
To the grave descendeth.
6 O Jesus blest!
My help and rest!
With tears I pray--Lord, hear me;
Make me love Thee to the last,
In the grave be near me!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O darkest woe! |
Translator: | C. Winkworth |
Author: | J. Rist |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Lent |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Translated from " O Traurigkeit, o Harzeleid" Tune: O TRAURIGKEIT |