Classic Poem

" JESUS WEPT . " John XI . 35.

N OT worthless are the tears
When pure their fountain-head,
Which human hopes and fears
Compel us oft to shed.

In grief or joy they tell
Far more than words can teach;
Their silence hath a spell
Beyond the power of speech.

In joy, though bright and brief,
Its essence they make known;
And how they soften grief
The mourner's heart will own.

And tears once fill'd H IS eye,
Beside a mortal's grave,
Who left his throne on high,
The lost to seek and save.

And fresh from age to age
Their memory shall be kept;
While man shall bless the page
Which tells that J ESUS wept!