The Redeemer s Tears - Samuel Francis Smith

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  • The Redeemer s Tears - Samuel Francis Smith
    TWAS at the grave of Lazarus,
    The two fond sisters, in their sackcloth robes,
    Drenched in affliction, and the godless Jews,
    In that one scene made lovely, as they went
    To weep with Mary at the sepulchre,
    Stood there, a grieving circle. She came forth,
    Obedient, e'en in sorrow, to the call
    Of Him who called for her. There was no voice
    Among the whited stones that pointed out
    The home of dead men, and no scenery,
    Or sweet, or gorgeous, in the hills or vales
    Of loveliest form and hue that spread around them,
    To call forth a moment's admiration;
    There was one absorbing sense of sorrow,
    That burned at the heart's core. The glorious voice
    Of Him who raised, triumphant, the dead brother
    Had not broke out in holy thanksgiving;
    But there they stood, consumed by their deep grief,
    And there-there, Jesus wept.
    The evening sun slanted among the hills
    Where Zion's temple shone. Down the descent
    Of Olivet a joyous crowd advanced,
    Singing hosannas unto Him that came,-
    The Son of David, and yet David's Lord,
    The prophet of their nation; not as when
    Each heart beat sadly, and the silent tears
    Stole down the cheeks of all the sorrowing band
    At the dead brother's tomb. Now all was gay
    And bright. But unto a devoted place,
    Cursed as the dwelling of the crucifiers,
    The crucifiers of the Lord of life
    And glory, they were drawing near. The crowd,
    Rejoicing in their city, and the sheen
    Of their own glorious temple, pressed their way,
    Thoughtless of coming evil. But, behold!
    Amid the happy throng one stretched His gaze
    Into eternity, soon to receive
    The uncomforted inhabitants, whose towers
    Were ready to their fall,-the inhabitants
    Who knew not when their visitation came;
    One gazed in silent sadness as He thought
    Upon their coming fate, and Jesus wept.
    Wept twice on earth,-once at the tomb of him
    Whose sorrowing sisters He had loved; and once,
    When He foresaw Jerusalem's dread fate.
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