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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.

What doth the busy Martha seek?

Is that the dead doth sit and eat?

But where is Mary—she so meek?

She leaneth o’er her Saviour’s feet.

Hanging her locks, in holy fear,

She opes the odorous ’nard, ’tis she

O’er His blest head, and far and near,

’Tis fragrant with her piety.

Oh, let not whispering envy blame,

Nor avarice in wisdom’s guise,

The anointing of the dying Lamb,

For His approaching obsequies.

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.

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.