He tarried at Ephraim
Raising of Lazarus.
(The Gospel History, Section 83)
Jesus therefore walked no more openly among the Jews, but departed thence into the country near to the wilderness, into a city called Ephraim; and there he tarried with the disciples.
He tarried at Ephraim
(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book I Poem III)
Oh, happy Ephraim, bordering on the waste!
Right royal city hast thou, sudden, grown!
What though thy walls enclose but little space,
Thy battlements have meagre wealth to guard,—
An hour of rich fulfilment comes to thee!
Dost know, thou little city amongst hills,
The King’s within thy walls, the King of Kings!
What, ho, ye watchmen, be alert on guard!
Fly Judah’s royal pennon from your towers,
Hang broideries by all your common ways,
Lay costly carpets in your sordid streets,
Array you, sons of Ephraim, be glad!
For who are ye to have the King with you,
The King and His twelve peers?
Not so the Christ
Visits the haunts of men; no blazonry
Of heralds, trumpets’ blare, proclaim the news
That a Great One has arrived. Scarce any turned
To watch the meek procession of the Lamb
That day He brought His twelve to hide them there,
In this sequestered city of small note;
The Light of the World was there and needs must shine;
Blest men of Ephraim who saw the Light!
St. John xi. 54.
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