O Darkest Woe

O darkest woe!
Ye tears, forth flow!
Has earth so sad a wonder,
That the Father's only Son
Now lies buried yonder!

O sorrow dread!
Our God 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 bro't Him
Down to suffer for thy sins
And such woe hath wrought Him.

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
Whose heart shall be
Fixed here, who apprehendeth
Why the Lord of glory thus
To the grace descendeth.

O Jesus blest,
My Help and Rest,
With tears I now entreat Thee:
Make me love Thee to the last,
Till in heaven I greet Thee!