Choir for 4 voices

O man, bewail thy grievous fall,
For which Christ left His Father's hall
And came to earth from heaven.
He of a virgin maiden pure
Was born, of man the Savior sure,
And came earth's ills to leaven.
The dead He raised again to life,
The sick He loosed from pain and strife,
Until the time appointed
That He for us should shed His blood
And take on Him our sin's dark load,
Stretched on the Cross accursed.