“See how he loved!” exclaimed the Jews,
When Jesus o’er his Lazarus wept;
My grateful heart the words shall use,
While on his life my eye is kept.

See how he loved, who travelled on,
Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,
And called the sleeping dead to rise.

See how he loved, who, firm yet mild,
With patience bore the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provoked, yet ne’er reviled,
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.

See how he loved, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
Who all the cup of sorrow drank,
And meekly yielded up his breath.