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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.”—MATT. XXVI. 30.

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.
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.
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.
Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,
  Are in that holy strain;
’Tis resignation, not despair,        15
  ’Tis triumph, though ’tis pain.
’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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