3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless my journey's end. 471. L. M. *Browne. The One God. 1 Eternal God! Almighty Cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown! All things are subject to Thy laws; All things depend on Thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, Of all within itself possessed; By none controlled in Thy commands, And in Thyself completely blessed. 3 Worship to Thee alone belongs, Worship to Thee alone we give; Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs, And to Thy glory may we live. 4 O, spread Thy truth through every land, In every heart Thy love be known; Subdue the world to Thy command, And, as Thou art, reign God alone. 472. C. M. Sternhold "He Bowed the Heavens and Came Down." 1 The Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherubim and seraphim Full royally He rode, And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And He as sovereign Lord and King For evermore shall reign. 473. L. M. J. Richardson. One in Christ. 1 From Zion's holy hill there rose A fount divine, that ever flows; Heaven's smile is on its waters shed, By heaven's own dews the fount is fed. 2 That stream of Truth--a silver thread, Scarce known, save by its fountain-head-- Now onward pours, a mighty flood, And fills the new-formed world with good. 3 Where'er that living fountain flows, New life its healing wave bestows, And man, from sin's corruptions 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.