1 Dark is the night, and friends lie sleeping still,
and cold, Gethsemane, with dread and tears;
lanterns and swords no radiance, no defence,
bring to our Lord as pallid dawn appears.

2 Dark is the day, the temple veil is torn,
and friends are hiding from his death and loss;
two thieves his love unfailing came to know,
the first-fruits of salvation by his cross.

3 Dark is the tomb, and friends stoop low to find
if death has won indeed, or risen he;
and we through doubting and despair with them
prepare in faith his wondrous face to see.

Paul Wigmore (born 1925)
© Paul Wigmore/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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