Holy Saturday — On our Saviour's Burial

Consider, first, how, after our Lord had expired upon the cross, one of the soldiers opened his side with a spear, making a wide and deep wound, out of which there presently issued forth blood and water, to wash and cleanse us from all our stains. See, my soul, how the heart of thy Saviour is now laid open for thee. O, enter into it, in spirit, through this gate: O, make it thy dwellingplace for evermore. Consider, in. this mysterious blood and water, issuing from the side of our Lord, the heavenly sacraments, which issue from his wounds, (inasmuch as they have all their virtue from his sacred passion,) but especially the sacrament of his body and blood, and that of the sacred laver of baptism. See, also, here, how, our second Adam being now cast into the deep sleep of death, his side is opened, to form from thence his church, designed io'be his everlasting bride.

Consider, secondly, how Joseph of Arimathea, (who before durst not declare himself a disciple of Christ,) having obtained of Pilate leave to take away his body for decent burial, being accompanied with Niciodemus, and joined in this last duty with St. John and other disciples, unnailed the sacred body, and took it down from the cross. Run in, Christian soul, in spirit, and offer thy service upon this occasion: receive, into thy arms the dead (corpse of thy Redeemer, and lay it on the sacred lap of his Virgin Mother; and learn from her whole (comportment at this melancholy ceremony, the sentiments of a most affectionate devotion towards the passion and death of her Son. Join in embalming thy Saviour’s body, and wrapping it up in clean linen, and laying it in a new monument, by learning the exercise of those virtues, which are signified by those aromatical spices and perfumes, and by that clean linen and new monument. Especially, whenever thou approachest to the body of our Lord, in the blessed sacrament, see thou take along with thee the sweet odours of devotion, a pure conscience, and the cleanness of the new man.

Consider, thirdly, how our Lord, lying now in his monument verifies thil of the Psalmist, Psalm Ixxxvii, / am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help, free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand. They have laid me in the lower pit; in the dark, and in the shadow of death. Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me, &c. Yes, my soul, thy Saviour lies now shut up, in a lonesome monument, in darkness, like one dead for always, and as such is left and forsaken by his living friends and acquaintance. See thou leave him not, but stay with him, and watch at his sepulchre in prayer. Weep there over him, with tears of compassion for his sufferings, of compunction for all thy sins, and of a tender love for his infinite goodness, and his love for thee.

Conclude, to keep thyself always near to thy Saviour, by daily meditating on his life and death; and thou mayst confidently hope, that he will always be near thee, both in life and death.