Down from those loving, gracious eyes flow’d tears
And “ Jesus wept;”
Beside Death’s gate, amid their hopes and fears,
There “ Jesus wept.”
Death must be spoil’d, the conqueror laid low!
Life at the word, “Come forth!” “Loose him, and let him go!”
Once more He wept, at that prophetic sorrow,
Yes, Jesus wept
O’er Salem, reckless of the sad to-morrow,
Whilst Jesus wept.
“ I would, but thou wouldst not,” He fondly cried!
Rejected thus by man, for sinners yet He died.
He weeps no longer now. In that bright region
Where Jesus rests, No tear may dim the gaze of that vast legion
Who in Him rest. All must be praise and worship never ending,
From each a note of joy unspeakable ascending.
Α. Μ. H.