By Jesus' grave on either hand
By Jesus' grave on either hand
while night is brooding o'er the land,
the sad and silent mourners stand.
At last the weary life is o'er,
the agony and conflict sore
of him who all our sufferings bore.
Deep in the rock's sepulchral shade
the Lord by whom the worlds were made,
the Savior of mankind, is laid.
O hearts bereaved and sore distressed,
here is for you a place of rest;
here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast.
Words: Isaac Gregory Smith, 1855
Music: Holy Sepulchre, O Mensch, sieh
Meter: 888
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