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
Is given to cheer us in this earthly strife;
The Bread is broken, and outpoured the Wine,-
Symbol of better Life.

;

The bitter
cup of wrath before Him lies
And yet as up the steep they pass along,

The mighty Victim to the Sacrifice,
They cheer the way with song.

We ne'er can know such sorrow as that night
Pierced to the heart the suffering Son of God;
And every earthly sadness is but light
To that dark path He trod !

And yet how faint and feeble rise our songs;
How oft we linger 'mid the shadows dim;
Nor give the glory that to Him belongs
In Eucharistic hymn!

O for an echo of that chant of praise;
O for a voice to sing His mighty love;
O for a refrain of the hymns they raise
In the bright Home above!

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
Of humble love, and loyal faith,

I come, dear Lord, to worship Thee, Whom so much love bowed low for me.

Down, busy sense; discourses die;
And all adore faith's mystery'!
Faith is my skill, faith can believe
As fast as love new laws shall give.

Faith is my eye, faith strength affords
To keep pace with those gracious words;
And words more sure, more sweet than they,
Love could not think, truth could not say.

O dear memorial of that Death

Which still survives, and gives us breath!
Live ever, Bread of Life, and be
My food, my joy, my all to me!

Come, glorious Lord! my hopes increase,
And mix my portion with Thy peace!
Come, and forever dwell in me

That I may only live to Thee!

Come, hidden life, and that long day
For which I languish, come away
When this dry soul those eyes shall see,
And drink the unsealed Source of Thee;

When Glory's Sun faith's shade shall chase,
And for Thy veil, give me Thy face;
Then shall my praise eternal be

To the Eternal Trinity!

E cometh, on yon hallowed Board
The ready Feast doth duly show,
Where wait the chalice and the

bread,

Like gems within their veil of snow.

He cometh, as He came of old,
Suddenly to His Father's shrine,

Into the hearts He died to make
Meet temples for His grace Divine.

He cometh, as the Bridegroom comes,
Unto the Feast Himself has spread;
His fresh and blood the heavenly food
Wherewith the wedding guests are fed.

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.

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