Jesus Wept (Loud)

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 Je­sus wept.

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.

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

Dewdrops gushed:

And bend­ing o’er the tomb where La­za­rus slept

In ago­ny of soul

then Je­sus wept.

Lo! Je­sus’ pow­er the sleep

Of death has brok­en

And wiped the tear from sor­row’s

Drooping eye:

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 Je­sus wept.