BLESSED Jesus, why that sorrow?
Why those tears? Lord, tell to me
What has grieved Thy heart so deeply;
For I fain would weep with Thee.
I can see the sparkling sunlight,
And the City dazzling shine;
I can hear but mirth and bustle,
Saviour, give me eyes like Thine.
Tell me, tell me, why Thou weepest,
For Thou may’st not weep alone;
I would share Thy sorrow, Jesus,
I, who hope to share Thy throne.
Not for joy or glory only,
Saviour, hast Thou purchased me;
But to feel with Thee God’s sorrow,
And to have a heart like Thee.
Give me bowels of compassion,
Give the tender, loving heart;
Give me eyes like springs of water,
In Thy sorrow give me part.
For the heart that feels the yearning
Over lost and ruined men,
Can alone rejoice with Thee, Lord,
When the dead one lives again.