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At the Sepulchre.
4,4,7,7,6
Nun gingst auch Du
Viktor Strauss.
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Thou sore-oppress'd,
The Sabbath rest
In yon still grave art keeping!
All Thy labour now is done,
Past is all Thy weeping!
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The strife is o'er,
Nought hurts Thee more,
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The heart at last hath slumber'd,
That in conflict sore for us
Bore our sins unnumber'd.
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Thou awful tomb,
Once fill'd with gloom!
How blessed and how holy
Art thou now, since in the grave
Slept the Saviour lowly!
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How calm and blest
The dead now rest
Who in the Lord departed!
All their works do follow them,
Yea, they sleep glad-hearted.
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O lead us Thou,
To rest e'en now,
With all who sorely anguish'd
'Neath the burden of their sins,
Long in woe have languish'd.
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O Blessed Rock!
Soon grant Thy flock
To see Thy Sabbath morning!
Strife and pain will all be past
When that day is dawning.
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