137 Oh, Darkest Woe

1 Oh, darkest woe! O tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder? God the Father's only Son Now is buried yonder. 2 Oh, sorrow dread! God's Son is dead! But by his expiation Of our guilt upon the cross Gained for us salvation. 3 Lo, stained with blood, The Lamb of God, The Bridegroom, lies before you, Pouring out his life that he May to life restore you. 4 How blest shall be Eternally Who oft in faith will ponder Why the glorious Prince of life Should be buried yonder. 5 O Jesus blest, My Help and Rest, With tears I now entreat you: Make me love you to the last Till in heav'n I greet you.