Deploration

Now the Lord is brought to rest
My Jesus, good night!

The toil is done which our sins made for him.
My Jesus, good night!

O blessed limbs,
See how I weep for thee with penance and remorse,
That my fall brought thee into such distress!
My Jesus, good night!

Take, while life lasts,
A thousand thanks fort thy passion,
That thou didst prize my soul's redemption so dearly!
My Jesus, good night!

We sit down in tears
And call to thee in the tomb:
Rest softly, softly rest!
Rest, ye exhausted limbs!
Your grave and tombstone

Shall fort he unquiet conscience
Be a comfortable pillow
And the soul's resting place.
In upmost bliss the eyes slulmber there.