"Jesus wept! And still in glory, He can mark each mourner's tear; Loving to retrace the story Of the hearts he solaced here. Lord! when I am call'd to die, Let me think of Bethany! "Jesus wept! That tear of sorrow Is a legacy of love; Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, He the same doth ever prove. Thou art all in all to me, _Living_ One of Bethany!" (2.) JESUS WEPT _when He thought of the triumphs of Death_! He was treading a burial ground--mouldering heaps were around Him--silent sepulchral caves, giving forth no echo of life! It is a solemn and impressive thing, even for _us_, to tread the graveyard; more especially if there are there nameless treasures of buried affection. The thought that those whose smile gladdened to us every step in the wilderness, who formed our solace in sorrow, and our joy in adversity--whose words, and society, and converse were intertwined with our very being--it is solemn and saddening, as we tread that land of oblivion, to find these words and looks and tears unanswered--a gloomy silence hovering over the spot where the wrecks of worth and loveliness are laid! He would have a bold, a stern heart indeed who could pace unmoved over such hallowed ground, and forbid a tear to flow over the gushing memories of the past! What, then, must it have been at that moment in Bethany with _Jesus_, when he saw one of those purchased by his own blood (dearest to him) chased by the unsparing destroyer to that gloomy prison-house?