Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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Jesus Wept. |
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Jesus Wept.
Hence may we see Tears are the only things,When watring well, revives our fading Springs.
Martha and Mary sprinkling pious Tears
Over their Brother, four days freed from fears.
With the sole help of Jesus, when they wept,
His Tears and theirs reviv'd a Saint that slept:
The very words, Come forth, bore such a sound,
Laz'rus straight came, but left death in the ground.
Such love our Saviour shew'd his friend, his eye,
That knew no sin, could weep, when he should die.
The Antients have this observation kept,
Jesus was never seen to laugh, but wept.
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