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.”
3 But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished,
The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushed
A tide of sympathy for those he cherished,
And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed;
And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept,