Weep, Zion, weep, in death's deep sleep

1 Weep, Zion, weep, in death’s deep sleep
Your king His head has bowèd;
Closèd are those lips, whence late
Truth and mercy flowèd.

2 In strains of woe our songs shall flow;
What love is here displayèd;
See God’s dear and only Son
To a tomb conveyèd.

3 Yet, O rejoice with heart and voice,
Soon will He rise most glorious;
And at the right hand of God
Seat Himself victorious.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13710

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