Jesus wept! those tears are over,

But his heart is still the same;

Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,

Is his everlasting name.

Saviour, who can love like thee?

Gracious one of Bethany!

2 When the pangs of trial seize us,

When the waves of sorrow roll,

I will lay my head on Jesus—

Pillow of the troubled soul.

Truly, none can feel like thee,

Weeping one of Bethany!

3 Jesus wept, and still in glory

He can mark each mourner’s tear—

Living to retrace the story

Of the hearts he solaced here.

Lord, when I am called to die,

Let me think of Bethany!

4 Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow

Is a legacy of love;

Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,

He the same shall ever prove.

Thou art all in all to me,

Living one of Bethany!