O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father's only Son Now lies buried yonder. O sorrow dread! God's Son is dead! But by His expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. 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. Behold thy Lord, the Lamb of God Blood sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. O Ground of faith, Laid low in death, Sweet lips, now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. O blest shall be Eternally Who oft in faith will ponder Why the glorious Prince of Life Should be buried yonder. O Jesus blest, my Help and Rest! With tears I pray, Lord hear me, Make me love Thee to the last, And in death be near me.
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