322 O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow!

1 O darkest woe! Ye tears, forth flow! Has earth so sad a wonder, That the Father's only Son Now lies buried yonder! 2 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. 3 Behold thy Lord, The Lamb of God, Blood-sprinkled lies before thee, Pouring out His life that He May to life restore thee. 4 O Ground of faith, Laid low in death! Sweet lips now silent sleeping! Surely all that live must mourn Here with bitter weeping. 5 Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here, and apprehendeth Why the Lord of glory thus To the grave descendeth. 6 O Jesus blest! My help and rest! With tears I pray, Lord, hear me; Make me love Thee to the last, In the grave be near me!