John Bowring

(1792-1872 / England)

Iejus wept


He wept, as He approached the place
Where the departed Lazarus slept;
The clouds of sorrow veiled His face,
And, in His anguish. 'Jesus wept.'


Yes! sainted are affection's tears,
And purified from sin or shame;
Each drop that's shed by virtue bears
The sanction of the Saviour's name.


Yet if ye weep, as wept your Lord
Over His friend-now weep no more;
But hear His all-consoling word,
And dry the tears He dried before:


'I go before you to prepare
A mansion of felicity;
And where my faithful servants are,
There shall their Lord and Master be.


'There shall eternal years renew
The scenes of peace which death destroys,
And God in me, and I in you,
Dwell 'midst unutterable joys.'

Submitted: Tuesday, September 21, 2010

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