tions free,
Inspires with its own purity.

4 A spirit, breathed from Zion's hill,
In holy hearts is living still,--
That Comforter from heaven above,
The presence of celestial love.

5 O, may this spirit ever be
Our bond of peace and unity!
Thus shall we teach, as Christ began,
Through love, the brotherhood of man.

474. C. M. *Pierpont.

The Hymn of the Last Supper.

1 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.

2 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.

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

4 '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.

475. C. M. Moore.

Consolation.

1 O Thou who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

2 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;

4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

476. C. M. Keble.

The Elder Scripture.

1 There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and loving hearts.

2 The works of God, above, below,
Within us, and around,
Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.

3 The glorious sky