John 11
THE mourning sisters weep around
Their brother's early grave;
But soon their heart a friend had found,
One who had power to save.
Lazarus, he sleeps the deathlike sleep—
He slumbers in the tomb; Jesus beholds the sisters weep,
In all their downcast gloom.
And He too weeps! He mingles tears
With those whose brother slept;
Their grief upon His heart He bears,
Yes, Jesus—Jesus wept!
The massive stone was rolled away—
With majesty He spoke—
And lo! behold! the lifeless clay—
The sleeping Lazarus woke!
A. M.