In tears of grief, dear Lord, we leave Thee.
Hearts cry to Thee, O Saviour dear.
Lie Thou softly, softly here.Rest Thy worn and bruised body.
At the grave, O Jesus blest,
May the sinner, worn with weeping
Comfort find in Thy dear keeping,
And the weary soul find rest.
Sleep in peace, sleep Thou in the Father’s breast.
Words much more recent, from Taze come to mind as I think of Bach's musical phrases.
“In our darkness, there is no darkness, for you, oh Lord, the darkest night is clear as the day.” (Taize)
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