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Weeping, as they go their way
Their dear Lord in earth to lay,
Late at even, who are they ?
These are they who watched to see
When He hung in agony,
Dying on the accursed Tree.
All is over, in the tomb
Sleeps He, as in death s dark womb,
Till the dawn of Easter come.
All is over, fought the fight ;
Heaviness is for the night,
Joy comes with the morning light.
Leave we in the grave with Him
Sins that shame and doubts that dim,
If our souls would rise with Him.
Glory to the Lord, who gave
His pure Body to the grave,
Us from sin and death to save. Amen.