BLESSED ARE THE BEGGARS Matt. v. 3 I TAKE me along with thee, O |
BLESSED ARE THE BEGGARS Matt. v. 3 I TAKE me along with thee, O blessed, seeking one! Take me along with thee! Thou art not poor; Arimathea doth thy wealth immure; Thou hast a garden in the country sun; Thou hast a new, clean-chiselled grave awaits thee, A grave, self-chosen, neither low nor narrow; And thou couldst bring excess of myrrh and aloe As gift where thou dost love, If thou thy love wouldst prove: Yet must thou beg. A beggar Pilate rates thee, Coming to beg the body of thy Lord, Cast from the Cross by men, of thee adored. [A] [A] “This man went unto Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus.”—Luke xxiii. 52. II TAKE me along with thee, and let me learn thy prayer!
Take me along with thee! I must prevail.
For all that I possess is void and stale
Unless I have God’s Body in my care.
Kneeling together, make for both petition!
Only upon our knees shall we receive Him,
Only by importunity achieve Him,
And crying with one need.
Prompt in thy grace, give heed!
I am a beggar of thy wild condition:
I huddle to thy side, my hope is thine,
Thy will my will—His Body must be mine.
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