1
O darkest woe!
Ye tears, forth flow!
Hath earth so sad a wonder?
God the Father’s only Son
Lieth buried yonder.
2
O sorrow dread;
God’s Son is dead!
But by His expiation
Of our guilt 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
Behold thy Lord,
The Lamb of God,
Blood-sprinkled lies before thee,
He has given His life that He
May to life restore thee.
5
O happy he
Whose heart doth see
And rightly comprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus
To the grave descendeth.
6
O Jesus blest,
My help and rest,
I humbly pray, Lord, hear me:
Make me love Thee to the last,
And in death be near me.