Lazarus brother with illness lay,
Death lingered in the air,
Jesus, my brother still far away,
Oh Master hear my prayer.
Four mournful days had gone slowly by,
The tomb had his body claimed.
Jesus, why hast thou not heard my cry,
Here in my heart I prayed.
If Thou had been here,
If Thou had been here,
I'm sure my brother would not have died.
My sister whispered, the Master's come,
Run now he calls for you,
My heart was heavy, for death had won,
Too late, what could he do.
If Thou had been here,
If Thou had been here,
I'm sure my brother would not have died.
If Thou had been here,
If Thou had only been here,
He who Thou lovest, would not have died!
Jesus stood weeping and followed us,
Seeking the place where they laid him to rest.
Then looking to Heaven,
He spake, and the dead walked again!
If He had been here, when we hoped He'd been here,
We might be doubting,
His power over death, (now we will doubt no more)(runover)
Somehow He knew when to be here!
Son of God,
He is always here.
