Jesus wept. John 11:35
Words: Marguerite S. B. Loud, in the Leeds Hymn Book, 1853, number 296.
Music: James McGranahan (🔊 pdf nwc).
Draw near, ye weary, bowed
And broken hearted;
Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;
Ye, from whose path the light has all departed;
Ye, who are left in solitude to mourn:
Tho’ o’er your spirit has the storm cloud swept,
Sacred are sorrow’s tears since
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
But with the friends He loved,
Whose hopes had perished,
The Savior stood, while thro’ His bosom rushed
A tide of sympathy for those He cherished,
And from His eyes the burning
And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,
In agony of soul, then
Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep
Of death has broken,
And wiped the tear from sorrow’s
Look up, ye mourners, hear what He has spoken,
He that believes on Me shall never die.
Thro’ faith and love your spirit shall be kept;
Hope brighter grew on earth when