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The Week after the Supper

Too soon we rise: the symbols disappear.

The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;

The bread and wine remove, but thou art here,

Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.

I have no help but thine: nor do I need

Another arm save Thine to lean upon;

It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;

My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;

Mine is the guilt, but thine the cleansing blood;

Here is my robe, my refuge and my peace

Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by,

Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,

Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lambs great bridal feast of bliss and love.

--Horatius Bonar.

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