EASTER EVE.
4,4,7,7,7
O Traurigkeit, O Herzeleid
Johann von Rist
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869
O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father's only Son Now lies buried yonder. | O son 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. | Behold thy Lord, The Lamb of God, Blood-sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. | 192 O Ground of faith, Laid low in death; Sweet lips now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. | Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here, who apprehendeth Why the Lord of Glory thus To the grave descendeth. | O Jesu 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. | |