Rachel cries out for her children, Cries and cries; they are no more. Her voice is heard from Ramah crying, Mother weeping for her lost. In the sound of mothers crying, Hear the strains of mercy sing. Hear the One who weeps as children Fall at Herod’s blow. No cry falls faint before Him; precious Are the lost ones whom He loves. Rest tonight beneath His mercy; Rachel, wait; He sees your tears. Wait with hope in His compassion; Wait, becalmed, under His wings. Hear Him cry too for all children; Watch Him seek and save the lost.