When Jesus Came to Bountiful
When Jesus came to Bountiful
His words were soft and kind.
Are any sick among you?
Are there any lame or blind?
With mercy and compassion
Jesus healed them every one,
And they did bow and worship Him
As God’s Beloved Son.
Then as they knelt and kissed His feet
And bathed them with their tears,
The multitude was overcome
For heaven seemed so near.
The Savior tarried in their midst
With love beyond compare.
He bade them kneel, then prayed for them
In hallowed, sacred prayer.
No eye hath seen, no ear hath heard,
And words cannot convey
The great and marv’lous things they saw
And felt that sacred day.
No tongue can speak, no pen can write
Nor hearts of men conceive
The joy that filled their grateful souls
For glories they received.
Then Jesus wept; His joy was full
Because of their great faith.
He took their children, one by one,
And blessed them, then He prayed.
The multitude bore record
As they saw what He had done,
Then Jesus Christ declared to all:
“Behold your little ones.”
And as they cast their eyes toward heav’n
The angels did ascend.
Encircling them with heaven’s fire,
They ministered to them.
We know that Christ will come again
In royal robes of red,
Descending in the eastern clouds
As prophecies have said.
I wonder, will He heal the sick
And bless the children dear?
And will we bow at Jesus’ feet
And bathe them with our tears?
We’ll shout in grand hosannas
As the heav’nly choir sings
To usher in His reign of peace—
Our Lord and King of Kings!
Text: Bonnie Hart Murray
Album: Submitted Music (2007-2011)
Composition Date: 2008
More Info: CMS 2008