W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
Hymn of the Last Supper
John Pierpont (17851866)‘And when they had sung a hymn they went out into the Mount of Olives.”—MATT. XXVI. 30.
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Looks down on Zion’s hill;
The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm noon,
And all the streets are still.
We hear the watchman’s call,
Or the guard’s footsteps, as he stalks
In moonlight on the wall.
And hark! a mournful song,
As gentle as these dews of night,
Floats on the air along.
Are in that holy strain;
’Tis resignation, not despair,
’Tis triumph, though ’tis pain.
That pour that hymn of love.
O God! may we the song renew
Around thy board above!