O sorrow deep!
Who would not weep
with heartfelt pain and sighing!
God the Father’s only Son
in the tomb is lying.
The Paschal Lamb,
like Isaac’s ram,
in blood was offered for us,
pouring out his life
that he might to life restore us.
Blest shall they be
eternally
who ponder in their weeping
that the glorious Prince of Life
should in death be sleeping,
O Jesus blest,
my help and rest,
with tears I pray thee, hear me:
now, and even unto death,
dearest Lord, be near me.
The Words are from Johann Rist, 1641; they are translated by Charles Winfred Douglas, 1940