"When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus' disciple. He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock" (Matthew 27:57-60).
How beautiful were borrowed things
Once given to our Lord,
Though as the sovereign King of kings,
All things He could afford.
A borrowed crib within a manger
A borrowed fishing boat,
Possessing no more as Stranger,
Than garments as His coat.
A borrowed colt, a borrowed coin,
A borrowed upper room,
And all these borrowed things would join
His final borrowed tomb.
Lord of heaven and of earth
We know that it is true:
Whatever that we have of worth,
O Lord, belongs to You.
Receive now, Lord, what we may give
As tokens of our love!
It is by borrowed breath we live,
Received from You above.