And then, His gentle spirit grieved
For Isreal's sin and pride,
With tender pity in His voice,
He sorrowfully cried :
"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
Which doth the prophets kill,
And stonest them sent unto thee,
The promise to fulfill;
"How oft would I have gathered
Thy children to my breast,
As a hen her brood doth gather
Beneath her wings to rest.
"And ye would not. And now, alas!
Behold your sad estate,
Your doom is nigh, your house is left
Unto you desolate.
"Moreover, ye shall not see me
Until ye say the word :
'Blessed is He that cometh in
The name of Israel's Lord.'"
And His disciples then He warned
To watch, and faithful be,
Not knowing at what hour they
The Son of Man should see.
