Then that disciple whom he loved,
Well heeding, haply would be moved
To ask thy blessing in his name;
And that one thought in both, the same
Though silent, then would clasp ye round
To weep together—tears long bound,
Sick tears of patience, dumb and slow.
Yet, “Surely I come quickly,” so
He said, from life and death gone home.
Amen: even so, Lord Jesus come!