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,
He paid our great redemption.
Jesus' death upon the cross
Gained for us salvation.
3 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.
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 O blest shall be
Eternally
Who oft in faith will ponder
Why the glorious Prince of Life
Should be buried yonder.
6 O Jesus blest,
My Help and Rest,
With tears I now entreat Thee:
Make me love Thee to the last,
Till in heav'n I greet Thee!
First Line: | O darkest woe! Ye tears forth flow |
Title: | O Darkest Woe |
German Title: | O Traurigkeit, O Herzeleid |
Author: | Johann von Rist (1637) |
Translator: | Catherine Winkworth |
Meter: | 4.4.7.7.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |