| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Hymn of the Last Supper | | John Pierpont (1785–1866) |
| | ‘And when they had sung a hymn they went out into the Mount of Olives.”—M ATT. XXVI. 30. |
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THE WINDS are hushed; the peaceful moon | |
| Looks down on Zion’s hill; | |
| The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm noon, | |
| And all the streets are still. | |
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| Save when, along the shaded walks, | 5 |
| We hear the watchman’s call, | |
| Or the guard’s footsteps, as he stalks | |
| In moonlight on the wall. | |
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| How soft, how holy, is this light! | |
| And hark! a mournful song, | 10 |
| As gentle as these dews of night, | |
| Floats on the air along. | |
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| Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer, | |
| Are in that holy strain; | |
| ’Tis resignation, not despair, | 15 |
| ’Tis triumph, though ’tis pain. | |
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| ’Tis Jesus and his faithful few | |
| That pour that hymn of love. | |
| O God! may we the song renew | |
| Around thy board above! | 20 | | |
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