I didn’t know
And had to ask where they had laid him
Got the news
From frightened Jews
All prospects looked grim
And he the one
Whom I so loved and sisters tender
And all their fare
And comfort rare I will remember.
The tomb apart
And every heart was weeping sorely
I felt their loss
As my own Cross loomed large before me
And Martha said
Would he be dead if you had hurried?
And Mary’s tears
Bespoke the fears of all who worried.
Not always so
Short time ago I walked in Glory
Forsook my throne
This pain to own; Salvation’s story.
But now the deed
From death be freed, my loyal brother
Yes Lazarus rise
Let mortal eyes new life discover.
John 11: 25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
26 And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?