Jesus Wept

Jesus wept in sorrow over One who trusted in his name, Who, beneath death' s sullen power, Fell a victim ' mongst the slain. Lifted there his tear-stained face, Lighted with a matchless grace. There his sympathy we see, In those tears at Bethany.

Thru those tears he spoke sweet comfort To the hearts bereaved and sad. Shadowed forth his coming power, Yet to make the whole earth glad; Spoke the potent words of life Words with deepest meaning rife; Yes, his power too we see, In his work at Bethany.

There he bade all hearts look forward To his kingdom soon to come, Where with resurrection power He' d recall the dead ones home. There before the sealed grave Shewed his wondrous pow' r to save. O! what glory thus we see In that type at Bethany.

When the pangs of sorrow seize us, When the waves of trouble roll, We may bring our cares to Jesus, Comfort of the weary soul. Never need we come in vain, He is evermore the same, For his love and pow' r we see, In his work at Bethany.