3 The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all, That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall; And some said the poor would be objects more meet For the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.
4 She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs, She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes: And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast, As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed.
5 In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow, In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow, Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven, And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven!
154 10s & 11s, peculiar. Sacred tears.
Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted, Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne; Ye from whose path the light hath all departed; Ye who are left in solitude to mourn; Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept, Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”
2 The bright and spotless heir of endless glory, Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save; And angels wondered when they heard the story That he who conquered death wept o’er the grave; For ’twas not when his lonely watch he kept In dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.”
3 But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished, The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushed A tide of sympathy for those he cherished, And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed; And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept, In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.”
4 Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken, And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye! Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken: “He that believes on me, shall never die.” Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept; Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.”
155 C. M. D. He made himself of no reputation. Phil. 2:7.
He came with his heavenly crown, His scepter clad with power; His coming was in feebleness, The infant of an hour; An humble manger cradled, first, The Virgin’s holy birth, And lowing herds surrounded there The Lord of heaven and earth.
2 He came, not in his robe of wrath, With arm outstretched to slay; But on the darkling paths of earth, To pour celestial day; To guide in peace the wandering feet, The broken heart to bind, And bear upon the painful cross, The sins of human kind.
3 And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek! And therefore unto thee, In humbleness and gratitude, Our hearts shall offered be; Our contrite hearts, an offering, Lord, Which thou wilt not despise, Our souls, our bodies, all be thine, A living sacrifice!
156 8s, 7s & 7s. Jesus wept.
Jesus wept! those tears are over, But his heart is still the same; Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother, Is his everlasting name. Saviour, who can love like thee? Gracious one of Bethany!
2 When the pangs of trial seize us, When the waves of sorrow roll, I will lay my head on Jesus— Pillow of the troubled soul. Truly, none can feel like thee, Weeping one of Bethany!
3 Jesus wept, and still in glory He can mark each mourner’s tear— Living to retrace the story Of the hearts he solaced here. Lord, when I am called to die, Let me think of Bethany!
4 Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow Is a legacy of love; Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, He the same shall ever prove. Thou art all in all to me, Living one of Bethany!