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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.