'And when they had sung a hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives.' <br />-Matth. xxvi. 30. <br /> <br /> <br />The winds are hushed;-the peaceful moon <br />Looks down on Zion's hill; <br />The city sleeps; 't is night's calm noon; <br />And all the streets are still. <br /> <br /> <br />Save when, along the shaded walks, <br />We hear the watchman's call, <br />Or the guard's footstep, as he stalks <br />In moonlight on the wall. <br /> <br /> <br />How soft, how holy, is this light! <br />And hark! a mournful song, <br />As gentle as these dews of night, <br />Floats on the air along. <br /> <br /> <br />Affection's wish, devotion's prayer, <br />Are in that holy strain; <br />'T is resignation,-not despair; <br />'T is triumph,-though 't is pain. <br /> <br /> <br />'T is Jesus and his faithful few, <br />That pour that hymn of love; <br />O God! may we the song renew <br />Around thy board above.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymns-for-communion-ii/
