Why, oh, why weepest thou Oh daughter of Bethany? Gone are thy accusers who've Caught thee in adultery. Lift up thine head That's bowed in shame; Look to thy Healer, Call upon His Name. Cast thyself upon Him And worship at His feet; Love and obey Him, Thy rest will be sweet. He'll remove the stain Of thy guilt and sin; He'll make thee whole And complete in Him. His words are music To thine heart so sore: Neither do I condemn thee, Go and sin no more. A new lease on life He's given to thee; You're forever grateful For His forgiving mercy. You kiss His feet, You wash them with tears; His healing love Takes away thy fears. Of His cruel death All are in denial, But you only anoint Him for His burial. You minister to Him, Oh daughter of Bethany; You learn at His feet, You follow Him to Calvary. You come to the garden At the crack of dawn; His tomb is empty! The Lord Jesus is gone! Where have they laid him? For the answer you listen; Mary! That voice is familiar, Why, the Lord is risen! Oh daughter of Bethany, First to proclaim a risen Saviour Who fills this dark world With light and undeserved favor. A life of sin changed To a life of purity Speaks volume of His grace To fallen humanity. Oh daughters of America Why wait any longer? Come now to the Saviour He'd satisfy your souls' hunger. Be cleanse of your sins As was the daughter of Bethany; Be made whole by the blood That flowed from Calvary. Then thy lives' transformation That's wrought from above Will be a witness to all Of His healing love. Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004 He Touched Me Shackled by a heavy burden, 'Neath a load of guilt and shame-- Then the hand of Jesus touched me, And now I am no longer the same. He touched me, O He touched me, And O the joy that floods my soul; Something happened, and now I know, He touched me and made me whole. Since I met the blessed Saviour, Since He cleansed and made me whole, I will never cease to praise Him-- I'll shout it while eternity rolls. He touched me, O He touched me, And O the joy that floods my soul; Something happened, and now I know, He touched me and made me whole. Copyrighted © William J. Gaither