“See how he loved!” exclaimed the Jews,

When Jesus o’er his Lazarus wept;

My grateful heart the words shall use,

While on his life my eye is kept.

See how he loved, who travelled on,

Teaching the doctrine from the skies;

Who bade disease and pain be gone,

And called the sleeping dead to rise.

See how he loved, who, firm yet mild,

With patience bore the scoffing tongue;

Though oft provoked, yet ne’er reviled,

Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.

See how he loved, who never shrank

From toil or danger, pain or death;

Who all the cup of sorrow drank,

And meekly yielded up his breath.