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[THE BURIAL]
One shall say unto Him, What are these
wounds in Thine hands? Then shall
He answer, Those with which I was
wounded in the house of My friends.
Zech xiii. 6.
Hush'd is the noise of that tremendous day
In Gabbatha's dark hall and Calvary's hill;
The dreadful sounds in distance die away,
And in that rocky garden all is still.
In Gabbatha's dark hall and Calvary's hill;
The dreadful sounds in distance die away,
And in that rocky garden all is still.
The Shepherd of the sheep there smitten lies;
His sheep beloved are scatter'd far and wide;
One faithful group stands in the evening skies,
Beneath a rugged rock's o'erhanging side.
His sheep beloved are scatter'd far and wide;
One faithful group stands in the evening skies,
Beneath a rugged rock's o'erhanging side.
Joseph and Nicodemus, now grown bold,
There wrap their Lord in the white winding-sheet;
With fragrant funeral honours they enfold
His Head and Body and His sacred feet.
There wrap their Lord in the white winding-sheet;
With fragrant funeral honours they enfold
His Head and Body and His sacred feet.
The Holy Women too are gazing there,
In sorrow beyond sorrow drawing nigh;
But the sore agonies of their despair
Are calm'd by the deep sense that God is nigh.
In sorrow beyond sorrow drawing nigh;
But the sore agonies of their despair
Are calm'd by the deep sense that God is nigh.
Here Mary and Salome foremost stand,
And gaze on that loved Face all mark'd with gore;
The thorny crown hard by, and wounded Hand,
Speak agonies which none hath known before.
And gaze on that loved Face all mark'd with gore;
The thorny crown hard by, and wounded Hand,
Speak agonies which none hath known before.
The Magdalene at feet of her dear Lord
Kneels down, o'erwhelm'd with passionate grief profound,
Remembers her anointing and His word,
And gains an unknown comfort from each wound.
Kneels down, o'erwhelm'd with passionate grief profound,
Remembers her anointing and His word,
And gains an unknown comfort from each wound.
The Virgin Mother of our Lord and God
Is sitting by, in speechless woe, apart;
They who approach Him most feel most the rod;
The sword e'en now hath pierced her inmost heart.
Is sitting by, in speechless woe, apart;
They who approach Him most feel most the rod;
The sword e'en now hath pierced her inmost heart.
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