Poetry: Jesus Wept

The Savior wept, nye, knelt and wept ! He who came down from heaven, Whilst all around him cahnly slept, His lonely vigils 6adly kept, That man might be forghen. Ah I who could know that weight of woe; por none wcre there to sec That form by others' guilt bent low- Thoae tears by o'hers caused to flow - ThoscdropBofagony ! Yet, Ihere was oxk who heard that cry, And saw those bitter tears : His heavenly father, thron'd on high, Responded to that broken sigh, And caim'd those rising fears. Oh ! wretched man ! so vile a thing, That onc f ron hoaven abovc Alone the ransom there could bring, Alone could be the offering ! How dcep the Father's love ! He gave the brightest gem that shoue In all that heavenly host, hefl he to this sad earth ca me down, Aad died unpitied and alone, That man might not be lost.