Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By III. Around a Table, not a TombElizabeth Charles (18271896)
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He willed our gathering-place to be;
When going to prepare our home,
Our Saviour said—“Remember Me.”
Marking the place where Jesus lay;—
Empty the tomb, the angels gone,
The stone for ever rolled away.
Thy three dark days of death are o’er;
Thou art the Life, our living Head,
Our living Light for evermore!
O Master! are Thine own possest;
The crown of thorns, the cross, the spear,
The purple robe, the seamless vest.
The memory of an absent friend;
Not absent Thou, nor we forlorn!
“With you each day until the end!”
We keep Thy sacred Feast with Thee;
Until within the Father’s Home
Our endless gathering-place shall be.