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He loved that sleeping one; his memory
Was hallowed in his heart by many a deed
Of kindness to himself, and, at the call
Of those who looked to him with a pure faith,
He came to yield him to their love again.
Was hallowed in his heart by many a deed
Of kindness to himself, and, at the call
Of those who looked to him with a pure faith,
He came to yield him to their love again.
Martha came forth to meet him; but that one
Who oft had knelt, with warm devotion fired,
And listened to the heaven-inspiring sounds
Which issued from his lips, remained behind,
In the sad solitude of grief and wo.
At her afflicted sister's call she came.
List to their words: "We know if thou but speak,
Life shall once more those pulses animate."
"Where have ye laid him?" said that gentle voice,
Which never spake, except to cheer the heart
With words of blessed import.
Who oft had knelt, with warm devotion fired,
And listened to the heaven-inspiring sounds
Which issued from his lips, remained behind,
In the sad solitude of grief and wo.
At her afflicted sister's call she came.
List to their words: "We know if thou but speak,
Life shall once more those pulses animate."
"Where have ye laid him?" said that gentle voice,
Which never spake, except to cheer the heart
With words of blessed import.
Jesus wept.
But soon before that fast-sealed grave he stood,
And on those weeping sisters turned his eye;—
"Said I not unto you that ye should see
The glory of your God? Believe on me.
I am the Resurrection and the Life.
He who believes on me shall never die."
Then to the throne of light his eye was raised,—
"Father! I thank Thee that my voice is heard."
That pleading voice was heard, and then, in tones.
Which thrilled through every vein of that vast crowd,
He spake the words, "O Lazarus! come forth!"
Scarce were the breathing accents heard, when he,
So lately locked in the embrace of death,
Came forth, exulting in the tide of life
But soon before that fast-sealed grave he stood,
And on those weeping sisters turned his eye;—
"Said I not unto you that ye should see
The glory of your God? Believe on me.
I am the Resurrection and the Life.
He who believes on me shall never die."
Then to the throne of light his eye was raised,—
"Father! I thank Thee that my voice is heard."
That pleading voice was heard, and then, in tones.
Which thrilled through every vein of that vast crowd,
He spake the words, "O Lazarus! come forth!"
Scarce were the breathing accents heard, when he,
So lately locked in the embrace of death,
Came forth, exulting in the tide of life
