O Darkest Woe

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.