1 Lovely to the outward eye
Seemed Jerusalem to lie,
Yet ‘twas there Thou cam’st to die,
Jesus Son of Mary,
Jesus Son of Mary.
2 Far bro’t stones and marble rare,
Made its tow’rs and circuits fair;
Yet Thy cross was waiting there,
Wearied Son of Mary,
Wearied Son of May.
3 And would all the crowded mart,
Wealth and splendid ease and art
Of our own world please Thy heart,
O Thou Son of Mary,
O Thou Son of Mary?
4 Wouldst Thou call our boasting good,
If Thou sawest our triumphs stood
On the wreck of brotherhood,
Loving Son of Mary,
Loving Son of Mary?
5 Jesus, pardon where we fall;
Jesus, our whole life enthrall;
Let Thy Spirit rule it all,
Blessed Son of Mary,
Blessed Son of Mary.
Source: Praise and Worship Hymns #194