| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | “Lo, Christ Hath Gone to Bethany” | | From the Parisian Breviary |
| | Translated by Isaac Williams
LO, Christ hath gone to Bethany, | |
| And Simon hath prepar’d the board; | |
| Amid that blessèd company, | |
| There let us stand and see the Lord. | |
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| What doth the busy Martha seek? | 5 |
| Is that the dead doth sit and eat? | |
| But where is Mary—she so meek? | |
| She leaneth o’er her Saviour’s feet. | |
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| Hanging her locks, in holy fear, | |
| She opes the odorous ’nard, ’tis she | 10 |
| O’er His blest head, and far and near, | |
| ’Tis fragrant with her piety. | |
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| Oh, let not whispering envy blame, | |
| Nor avarice in wisdom’s guise, | |
| The anointing of the dying Lamb, | 15 |
| For His approaching obsequies. | |
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| Where o’er the earth, from clime to clime, | |
| The messenger of peace shall call, | |
| So far shall bear recording time | |
| Meek Mary’s blest memorial. | 20 |
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| Then may we praise Him without blame | |
| The Father, Son, and Spirit’s Name, | |
| The Son who came meek Mary’s Guest, | |
| Who now in Him hath endless rest. | | | | |
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