On Holy Saturday we think of Jesus’ body in the tomb.
It was Preparation Day (that is, the day before the Sabbath). So as evening approached, Joseph of Arimathea, a prominent member of the Council, who was himself waiting for the kingdom of God, went boldly to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Pilate was surprised to hear that he was already dead. Summoning the centurion, he asked him if Jesus had already died. When he learned from the centurion that it was so, he gave the body to Joseph. So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in the linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock. Then he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joseph saw where he was laid.
Mark 15 verses 42 to 47.
A Victorian hymn for Holy Saturday
By Jesus’ grave on either hand
While night is brooding o’er the land
The sad and silent mourners stand.
At last the weary life is o’er,
The agony and conflict sore
Of him who all our sufferings bore.
Deep in the rock’s sepulchral shade
The Lord, by whom the world was made,
The Saviour of mankind is laid.
O hearts bereaved and sore distressed,
Here is for you a place of rest:
Here leave your griefs on Jesus’ breast