When Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher. Matthew 27:59–60
Weep, Zion, weep, in death’s deep sleep
Your king His head has bowèd;
Closèd are those lips, whence late
Truth and mercy flowèd.
In strains of woe our songs shall flow;
What love is here displayèd;
See God’s dear and only Son
To a tomb conveyèd.
Yet, O rejoice with heart and voice,
Soon will He rise most glorious;
And at the right hand of God
Seat Himself victorious.