1.
O’erwhelm’d in depths of woe,
Upon the tree of scorn,
Hangs the redeemer of mankind,
With racking anguish torn.
2.
See how the nails those hands,
And feet so tender rend;
See down his face, and neck, and breast,
His sacred blood her soul in night.
3.
Hark; with what awful cry,
His spirit takes its flight;
That cry, it smote his mother’s heart,
And wrapt her soul in night.
4.
The sun withdraws its light;
The midday heavens grow pale;
The moon, the stars, the universe,
Their maker’s death bewail.
5.
Come, fail before his cross,
Who shed for us his blood;
Who died, the victim of pure love,
To make us sons of God.
6.
Jesu, all praise to you,
Our joy and endless rest;
Be you our guide while pilgrims here,
Our crown amid the blest.
Overwhelmed In Depths Of Woe Lyrics