Raising the Widow's Son.
IT came to pass upon the day
Succeeding this event,
That as He journeyed on His way,
Much people with Him went.
Along the road He traveled on,
Until He came to Nain;
When, just outside the city gate,
He met a funeral train.
In sorrow they were bearing forth
A weeping widow's son;
And many sympathized with her—
He was her only one.
And when the Lord saw her He had
Compassion on her grief;
And said unto her: "Weep no more,
I bring you sure relief."
He touched the bier, and all the friends
Stood still in mute surprise,
When to the dead He spoke: "Young man,
I say to thee arise."
And the dead youth sat up, alive,
And to her speechless joy,
The mother from the Lord received
Her resurrected boy.