Maundy Thursday

Too soon we rise; the vessels 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. “Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face to Face” verse six

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