153 11s. A bruised reed he shall not break. Matt. 12:20. To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair: She heard in the city that Jesus was there: Unheeding the splendor that blazed on the board, She silently knelt at the feet of her Lord! 2 The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek, Hung dark on the blushes that glowed on her cheek; And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame, It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame. 3 The frown and the murmur went round thro’ them all, That one so unhallowed should tread in the hall; And some said the poor would be objects more meet For the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet. 4 She heard but her Saviour—she spoke but in sighs, She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes: And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast, As her lips to his sandals she throbbingly pressed. 5 In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow, In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow, Ho looked on the lost one—her sins were forgiven, And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven! 154 10s & 11s, peculiar. Sacred tears. Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted, Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne; Ye from whose path the light hath all departed; Ye who are left in solitude to mourn; Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept, Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.” 2 The bright and spotless heir of endless glory, Wept o’er the woes of those he came to save; And angels wondered when they heard the story That he who conquered death wept o’er the grave; For ’twas not when his lonely watch he kept In dark Gethsemane, that “Jesus wept.” 3 But with the friends he loved, whose hope had perished, The Saviour stood, while through his bosom rushed A tide of sympathy for those he cherished, And from his eyes the burning tear-drops gushed; And bending o’er the tomb where Lazarus slept, In agony of spirit, “Jesus wept.” 4 Lo! Jesus’ power the sleep of death hath broken, And wiped the tear from sorrow’s drooping eye! Look up, ye mourners, hear what he hath spoken: “He that believes on me, shall never die.” Through faith and love your spirits shall be kept; Hope brighter grew on earth when “Jesus wept.” 155 C. M. D. He made himself of no reputation. Phil. 2:7. He came with his heavenly crown, His scepter clad with power; His coming was in feebleness, The infant of an hour; An humble manger cradled, first, The Virgin’s holy birth, And lowing herds surrounded there The Lord of heaven and earth.