Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.
Matthew 8:20
Words: Thomas T. Lynch, The Rivulet, third edition, enlarged (London: Longmans, Green, Reader & Dyer, 1868), number 112.
Music: Heinlein Nürnbergisches Gesangbuch, 1676. Melody attributed to Martin Herbst (1654–1681). Harmony by William H. Monk (1823–1889) (🔊 pdf nwc).
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What! Is this the only rest
Earth affords her heavenly guest?
For the Child she had no room,
To the Man she gives—a tomb.
O, Thou weary Man of Love,
Here is stone around, above;
’Tis the dark world’s stony heart,
Enter, and fulfill Thy part.
Tender linen swathes Thee round,
And a napkin soft is bound
O’er Thy features sorrow-worn,
And Thy brow so sharply torn.
Such a day deserves its night,
O, sleep on and gather might;
When it pleases Thee to wake,
Tomb and world alike shall shake.