That moved through space, and o’er the infant hung,

He summoned Music to attend Him here,

Announcing peace below!

He called her, too,

To sweeten that sad Supper, and to twine

Her mantles round Him and His few grieved friends,

To join their mournful spirits with the hymn,

Ere to the Mount of Olives He went out

So sorrowful.

And now, His blessed word,