Jesus wept! those tears are ov­er,
But His heart is still the same;
Kinsman, friend, and eld­er bro­ther,
Is His ev­er­last­ing name.
Savior, who can love like Thee,
Gracious One of Beth­any?

When the pangs of tri­al seize us,
When the waves of sor­row roll,
I will lay my head on Je­sus,
Refuge of the trou­bled soul.
Surely, none can feel like Thee,
Weeping One of Beth­any!

Jesus wept! and still in glo­ry,
He can mark each mourn­er’s tear;
Loving to re­trace the sto­ry
Of the hearts He so­laced here.
Lord, when I am called to die,
Let me think of Beth­any.

Jesus wept! that tear of sor­row
Is a le­ga­cy of love;
Yesterday, to­day, to­mor­row,
He the same doth ev­er prove,
Thou art all in all to me,
Loving One of Beth­any!