John Brownlie (trans.) · 31 of 89

Lo, He is dead! The suffering Christ is dead

τετέλεσται!

I Lo, He is dead! The suffering Christ is dead; Closed are His eyes, and bowèd is His head.

II Dead, too, in shame! Upon a Cross! and see, Thorns crown His brow, in stinging mockery.

III O night, and woe! The sun and stars are gone; Dark is the world, and hope, despairing, flown.

IV Art Thou not Christ? the Son of God, art Thou? How then this death? This awful silence, how?

V O sin and death, and victory of the grave! Canst Thou, in death, O Christ, Thy people save?

VI Weep in the night, O mortals, at the grave; Dead is the Christ, and dead He cannot save.