MANY REASONS TO WEEP

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Weep, my eyes! Weep bitterly! Oh, that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears. My heart is moved!

My Saviour on account of the sad destruction which came in the world through sin. wept when He was upon this earth. He wept at the grave of Lazarus. He wept in remembrance of a dear friend who had died, but more

Let me follow my weeping Master! Jesus wept when He approached Jerusalem, and when He saw before Him the wickedness and destruction of the city.

How many tears he wept in Gethsemane! A sea of tears He has shed. He wept over sin and all that grows upon its evil root.

I’ll go and weep with Jesus; and O Father! behold my tears in the tears of Thy Son.

Shall my heart not bleed, shall my eye not weep, if I consider all the miseries of a fallen race? The earth upon which I live has become a place of grief, a vale of tears.

My weeping eye looks back through a train of nineteen centuries to that fall in paradise, the first fountain of all that evil. I must weep!

Shall my heart not bleed, shall my eye not weep, if I consider all the oppression there is under the sun? The shameful abuse of the superior powers in so many different places? How many tears of the oppressed, who have no comforter! O Lord, help the oppressed!

With a solemn zeal I shall pray: “Jehovah! Do right to the oppressed! Let the wickedness of the wicked have an end. Thou, Who proveth the heart and the reins, O righteous Judge.” As long as the springs of my tears are not dried up I shall weep over all the oppressed — I must weep with the oppressed!

Shall my heart not bleed, shall my eye not weep, if I think about the dreadful wars; if the bloody scenes, and all the destruction hovers before my mind? Crowned worms, majesties of dust and loam, let their differences, differences about some miles of ground, or what is really less, a refusal of required honor, be decided at the cost of so much bloodshed. Men, who often are not concerned over these differences, must fight as lions against one another. How many of those dear sons and fathers fall down and yield up the ghost.

When one becomes sick, how much trouble, and how many means are used to save him. But how great is the number that die without sickness; die, without having committed a special crime.

Parents weep over their son, who was the gladness of their eyes, they weep bitterly. Or was he an Absalom, and have they deep impressions of the word “eternity”? Then their heart faints, and they understand the cry of David, “O my son Absalom, my son, my son, Absalom!”

I shall honor those men who have fought for their fatherland when it was in danger, when war was unavoidable, and who sacrificed their lives; but with this all, I weep over the war, I weep over the destruction.

Shall my heart not bleed, shall my eye not weep, when I think about the millons of heathens who have never heard the tiding of my Redeemer! They wander in darkness, they are blinded; they miss that revelation in which the great secret of redemption is discovered.

Oh, that all the heathens would share in my lot! to spread the Gospel of the Cross in the East and in the West. Oh, that the messengers of the good tiding might become a great multitude. Oh, that the time of the heathens might come; that my Redeemer might be known in all the continents of the world. — Now my eye weeps and my heart bleeds, considering the millions of heathen who miss the Gospel of my Redeemer!

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