Darkness shrouds the awful mountain;
Christ our Lord yields up His final breath:
“Father, now receive my spirit,”
As He bows His head in death.
Silent is the deposition
Of His sacred body from the cross;
Quickly to the tomb they bear Him
Hushed by grief at their great loss.
Be fulfilled, O sign of Jonah—
Bringing life from death on the third day.
God has not His Son abandoned
Nor will Jesus see decay!