Weeping Over the Eity. And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it.-LUKE xix. 41. WHY doth my Saviour weep At sight of Sion's bowers! Shows it not fair from yonder steep, Her gorgeous crown of towers? Mark well his holy pains: "Tis not his pride or scorn, That Israel's King with sorrow stains His own triumphal morn. It is not that his soul Is wandering sadly on, In thought how soon at death's dark goal Who now are shouting round Hosanna to their chief; No thought like this in him is found, This were a conqueror's grief. 136 WEEPING OVER THE CITY. Or doth he feel the cross Already in his heart, The pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss, Feel even his God depart? No: though he knew full well The grief that then shall be— It is not thus he mourns, Such might be martyrs' tears, But hero ne'er or saint The secret load might know, "If thou hadst known, even thou, And lay thee even with the earth, Thy glory and thy mirth.' And doth the Saviour weep Over his people's sin, |