Church Book ‎#185

185. All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow

1 All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow,
Human taunts and Satan's spite;
Death shall be despoiled to-morrow
Of the prey he grasps to-night;
Yet once more, to seal his doom,
Christ must sleep within the tomb.

2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish
On the bitter Cross He bore;
How did soul and body languish,
Till the toil of death was o'er!
But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.

3 Close and still the tomb that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies:
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:
Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

4 We this night with plaintive voicing
Chant His requiem soft and low;
Loftier strains of loud rejoicing
From to-morrow's harps shall flow:
Death and hell at length are slain,
Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign.

Text Information

• First Line: All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow
• Author: John Moultrie (1858, a.)
• Meter: 8, 7, 7.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: Easter Eve; Lent, Third Sunday
• Notes: Alternate tune: #349

Tune Information

• Name: COBLENTZ
• Meter: 8, 7, 7.
• Key: a minor
• Notes: Source from index: Lutheran. Har. W. H. Monk