Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: Oh tell where you've laid him oh tell me tell where
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune: Mary's Inquiry
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 224, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsOh! tell where you've laid him, oh! tell me, tell where,
For I ask in the deep voice of wo;
Oh! look on my tears,
And compassion my fears,
And the body of Jesu bestow.
Grief importunes,
Oh! My Lord, then, and Master bestow.
Oh! pitiless men, all the sons of this age,
My bosom - its sorrows o'erflow;
My Lord first they slay,
Then conceal him away,
And who now, ah! Who will bestow.
Grief speaks aloud,
Oh! My Lord, then, and Master bestow.
To where you have laid him, my steps hence direct
This tribute so sacred I owe -
To weep o'er his grave,
And with spices to save
His body, if you will bestow.
Grief fondly calls,
Oh! my Lord, then, and Master bestow.
Refuse, oh! refuse not, oh! hear my complaint!
My soul pressed with sorrow bows low:
Give me this delight,
Point my pathway aright,
This Jesus so lovely bestow.
Grief is my plea,
Oh! my Lord, then, and Master bestow.