AGH 164

Verse 1

At eve, when now he breathed no more,
The faithful few in anguish sore
The Lord they loved to burial bore.

Verse 2

To those who mourned him, who can say
How long the hours of sullen day,
How long the nights while hid he lay?

Verse 3

O ye who shrink beneath the blow
That death can deal, henceforth ye know
Not hopeless is your human woe,

Verse 4

For then, before their tears had ceased,
Love woke to joy the crimson east,
And Jesus rose, from death released.