AND WHEN THEY HAD SUNG AN HYMN, THEY WENT OUT UNTO THE MOUNT OF OLIVES. ALM lay the city in its double sleep, Beneath the Paschal Moon's cold, silvery light, That flung broad shadows o'er the rugged steep Of Olivet that night. But soon the calm was broken, and the sound Of strains all sweet and plaintive filled the air; And deep-toned voices, echoing all around, Made music everywhere. The Holy Rite is o'er; the Blessed Sign ; The bitter The mighty Victim to the Sacrifice, We ne'er can know such sorrow as that night And yet how faint and feeble rise our songs; O for an echo of that chant of praise; Touch Thou our wayward hearts, and let them be In stronger faith to Thy glad service given, Till, o'er the margin of Time's surging sea, We sing the song of Heaven! HOLY COMMUNION. ITH all the powers my poor soul hath I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee, Whom so much love bowed low for me. Down, busy sense; discourses die; Faith is my eye, faith strength affords O dear memorial of that Death Which still survives, and gives us breath! Come, glorious Lord! my hopes increase, That I may only live to Thee! Come, hidden life, and that long day When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase, To the Eternal Trinity! E cometh, on yon hallowed Board bread, Like gems within their veil of snow. He cometh, as He came of old, Into the hearts He died to make He cometh, as the Bridegroom comes, He cometh-gentle as the dew, And sweet as drops of honey clear, And good as God's own manna shower, To longing souls that meet Him here. ΤΟ |