Jesus comes near and he beholds the city
And looks on us with tears in his eyes,
And wells of mercy, streams of love and pity
Flow from the fountain whence all things arise.
He loved us into life and longs to gather
And meet with his beloved face to face.
How often has he called, a careful mother,
And wept for our refusals of his grace,
Wept for a world that, weary with its weeping,
Benumbed and stumbling, turns the other way;
Fatigued compassion is already sleeping
Whilst her worst nightmares stalk the light of day.
But we might waken yet, and face those fears,
If we could see ourselves through Jesus' tears.
—Malcolm Guite. Sounding the Seasons. Norwich: Canterbury, 2012, p. 33
Douglas Blanchard. Jesus Prays Alone.
J.S. Bach: St Matthew Passion, BWV 244. Choral: Was mein Gott will, das g'shleh allzeit. Philharmonica Orchestra and Choir,
cond. Otto Klemperer, 1962. (at a remarkably slow tempo!)
Was mein Gott will, das g'scheh allzeit, Sein Will, der ist der beste, Zu helfen den'n er ist bereit, Die an ihn gläuben feste. Er hilft aus Not, der fromme Gott, Und züchtiget mit Maßen. Wer Gott vertraut, fest auf ihn baut, Den will er nicht verlassen.
May what my God wills happen always His will is what is best, For he is ready to help those Who believe firmly in him. He helps them in their distress, the righteous God, And chastises in measure. The person who trusts God, builds firmly on him He will not abandon.
May God our Redeemer show us compassion and love. Amen.