Why Tarry?

Then when the sun was set they came

And brought the loved ones

blind and lame

To Him who won­drous words had taught

And mi­ra­cles so migh­ty wrought

In Ga­li­lee

in Ga­li­lee.

’Twas not till set­ting of the sun

No

not till night had just be­gun—

They brought at last the loved ones ill

To sup­pli­cate the Mas­ter’s skill

On bend­ed knee

on bend­ed knee.

’Twas pas­sing strange so long they’d wait

These suf­fer­ing and dis­con­so­late.

Why tar­ry all the wea­ry day!

Why did the sick ones still de­lay

The Christ to see

the Christ to see?

O Great Phy­si­cian from above

Heal Thou the sin-sick souls we love!

But

Mas­ter

grant we may not bide

So long a time—till ev­en­tide—

To ask of Thee

to ask of Thee.