Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Draw near ye weary bowed and broken-hearted
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: 11s and 10s
Tune: Jessop
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 285, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsDraw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken hearted,
Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;
Ye, from whose path the light hath all departed;
Ye, who are left in solitude to mourn;
Tho' o'er your spirits hath the storm cloud swept,
Sacred are sorrow's tears, since "Jesus wept, 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 't was not when his lonely watch he kept,
In sad Gethsemane, that "Jesus wept, Jesus wept."
But with the friends he loved whose hope had perished,
The Savior stood, while thro' 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,
In agony of soul, then "Jesus wept, Jesus wept."
Lo Jesus' power the sleep of death hath broken,
And wiped the tear from sorrow's drooping eye!
Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken:
"He that believes on me shall never die."
Thro' faith and love your spirits shall be kept:
Hope brighter grew on earth when "Jesus wept, Jesus wept."