In sorrow lies despair, which lurks around
The atmosphere like fog descending near
A meadow fair and lurking near the ground.
It tears apart the heart and leaves a fear
That makes us mourn when troubles ‘round us swell.
It makes the mournful eyes shed out the tears
Which in the battles march, to lead with bells
That call us all to all that we shall fear.
It makes the soul to bleed and cry to God,
Who reigns forever most majestically.
It makes the voice to cease its joyful laud.
The bending knee it brings so faithfully
To stoop before our King Who takes away
Our most beloved, whom in their graces we lay.