
πΆ Song 175 β Woe Unto Jerusalem
Paper 175 β The Last Temple Discourse πΆ Song: Woe Unto Jerusalem (Introduction) Within the temple courts He stood, The Son of Man, the Son of God. One final message yet remained, Before the path of sorrow came. (Verse 1 β The Last Appeal) Long have I walked your hills and plains, Through all your joys and all your pains. I came to show the Father's love, And point your hearts to God above. The blind received their sight again, The lost were welcomed in the Kingdom. Yet many turned from heaven's light, And chose the comfort of the night. (Verse 2 β Woe Unto You) Woe unto you, blind guides of men, Who close the gates again and again. You honor law but fail to see The weight of truth and mercy's plea. Whitewashed tombs of stone and pride, With hidden darkness locked inside. You seek the praise that men bestow, Yet never let God's goodness show. (Chorus) Woe unto Jerusalem, City of prophets, sons of men. How often would I gather thee, Yet still you would not come to me. O children of Abraham's line, The Father's love still brightly shines. Though hearts may harden, mercy calls, And waits before the darkness falls. (Verse 3 β The Prophets) The prophets came, their voices true, Yet they were cast aside by you. And now the Son stands in your sight, Rejected by those claiming light. Still mercy reaches out her hand, Still love speaks softly through the land. The door remains a little while, Before the coming hour of trial. (Bridge β Jerusalem) O Jerusalem, beloved town, Your chosen leaders cast me down. How often would I shelter thee, Like children gathered faithfully. Yet pride has closed the listening ear, And judgment's shadow now draws near. Still through the sorrow shines above, The endless Father's saving love. (Final Chorus) Woe unto Jerusalem, The King has come, the choice has been. Though temple stones shall pass away, God's living truth shall ever stay. O Son of Man, the world shall see, Love stronger than hostility. Through every age and every land, The Father's purpose still shall stand. (Outro) Upon the mount He watched and prayed, As twilight slowly turned to shade. The cross lay waiting just ahead, Yet still He walked where duty led. Faithful unto the Father's will, Faithful through Calvary's hill. And through the ages still we hear: The Father's call. The Master's tears.

