Mute are the pleading lips of him

Verse 1

Mute are the pleading lips of Him Who hath our cause defended; Love drained the cup filled to the brim, As Holiness demanded. The gentle Shepherd here behold, Slain for the sheep lost to His fold: From labor, pain, and weeping Now rests He with the sleeping.

Verse 2

But not for aye, O Friend of men, Thou in the grave descendest; A little while, and then again Thy grieving flock Thou tendest. The corn that falls into the earth From darkness springs in fullness forth, In season amply giving The life-bread to the living.

Verse 3

O Prince of Life, now to the gloom Of earth consigned in sorrow, My life so guide, that in my tomb I wait the blessèd morrow. When, freed from worldly strife and care, This mortal frame reposes there, Grant that my deathless spirit The bliss of heaven inherit. Amen.