A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#474

474. The Hymn of the Last Supper

The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon
Looks down on Zion’s hill;
The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon,
And all the streets are still.

How soft, how holy, is the light!
And hark! a sweet, low song,
As gently as these dews of night,
Floats on the air along.

Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,
Are in that holy strain;
And hope and love and trust are there,
And triumph, won through pain.

’Tis Jesus and his faithful few
That soul-deep hymn who pour;—
O Christ! may we the song renew,
And learn to love thee more.

Text Information

• First Line: The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon
• Title: The Hymn of the Last Supper
• Author: Pierpont
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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