Of course he could, but they had not the wit to argue that he who could preserve life could also restore it. Often men stand on the verge of faith, and yet at last die in unbelief.
See how he loved!” exclaimed the Jews,
As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell.
“See how he loved,” who travelled on,
And taught the doctrine from the skies!
Who bade disease and pain begone,
And called the sleeping dead to rise.
“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.
Such love, can we, unmoved, survey?
Oh, may our breasts with ardour glow,
To tread his steps, his laws obey,
And thus our warm affections show!