hin-der our un - ion, May I to Thee, my begin-ning, be joined;

I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a

Round me on

ev-ery hand, Heaven is my fa-ther-land, Heaven is my home.

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8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7.

C. H. Dretzel, 1731

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Jesus wept! those tears are 0 - ver, But His heart is still the same;

Kinsman, friend, and elder broth-er, Is His ever-last-ing name.

Sav-ior, who can love like Thee, Gracious One of

2 When the pangs of trial seize me,
When the waves of sorrow roll,

I will lay my head on Jesus,
Pillow of the troubled soul.
Surely none can feel like Thee,
Weeping One of Bethany.

3 Jesus wept! and still in glory

He can mark each mourner's tear:
Living to retrace the story

Of the hearts He solaced here;
Lord, when I am called to die,
Let me think of Bethany.

4 Jesus wept! that tear of sorrow
Is a legacy of love;
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,

He the same doth ever prove.
Thou art all in all to me,

Living One of Bethany.

John R. Macduff. 1853

Beth-a- ny?

When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow;