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Holy Saturday, a day of rest, watching, and waiting. “My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning” (Ps 130:6).

BibleGateway: Matthew 27:57-66

ESV Text: Matthew 27:57-66

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 6:41 and ends at about 8:3

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     57 When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus’ disciple: 58 He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. 59 And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, 60 And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed. 61 And there was Mary Magdalene, and the other Mary, sitting over against the sepulchre. 62 Now the next day, that followed the day of the preparation, the chief priests and Pharisees came together unto Pilate, 63 Saying, Sir, we remember that that deceiver said, while he was yet alive, After three days I will rise again. 64 Command therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest his disciples come by night, and steal him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead: so the last error shall be worse than the first. 65 Pilate said unto them, Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can. 66 So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 173:
Lord Jesus, We Give Thanks to Thee

— Organ Audio

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1. Lord Jesus, we give thanks to Thee 
That Thou hast died to set us free; 
Made righteous through Thy precious blood, 
We now are reconciled to God. 

2. By virtue of Thy wounds we pray, 
True God and Man, be Thou our Stay, 
Our Comfort when we yield our breath, 
Our Rescue from eternal death. 

3. Defend us, Lord, from sin and shame; 
Help us by Thine almighty name 
To bear our crosses patiently, 
Consoled by Thy great agony, 

4. And thus the full assurance gain 
That Thou to us wilt true remain 
And not forsake us in our strife 
Until we enter into life. 

Hymn: LSB 454 Sing, My Tongue, the Glorious Battle