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Hymn of Christ and the Apostles
 And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat: this is my body.
 And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them: and they all drank of it.
 And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many.
 Verily I say unto you, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God.
 And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives.  And Jesus saith unto them, All ye shall be offended because of me this night: for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered.
 But after that I am risen, I will go before you into Galilee.
In the Four Zoas Blake wrote a transitional passage in which music is the metaphor for preparation for the birth of Orc. Blake echoed the interlude of music which introduced the ordeal which Jesus faced as Orc became dominant in his myth. Orc, the generate form of Luvah, released repressed sexuality and violence as Urizen was 'bound in chains.' There is a pause in the Four Zoas as there is in the Gospel of Mark before the destructive forces take sway.
Four Zoas, Night V, Page 57, (E 339) "Los from the furnaces a Space immense & left the cold Prince of Light bound in chains of intellect among the furnaces But all the furnaces were out & the bellows had ceast to blow He stood trembling & Enitharmon clung around his knees Their senses unexpansive in one stedfast bulk remain The night blew cold & Enitharmon shriekd on the dismal wind PAGE 58 Her pale hands cling around her husband & over her weak head Shadows of Eternal death sit in the leaden air But the soft pipe the flute the viol organ harp & cymbal And the sweet sound of silver voices calm the weary couch Of Enitharmon but her groans drown the immortal harps Loud & more loud the living music floats upon the air Faint & more faint the daylight wanes. The wheels of turning darkness Began in solemn revolutions. Earth convulsd with rending pangs Rockd to & fro & cried sore at the groans of Enitharmon Still the faint harps & silver voices calm the weary couch But from the caves of deepest night ascending in clouds of mist The winter spread his wide black wings across from pole to pole Grim frost beneath & terrible snow linkd in a marriage chain Began a dismal dance. The winds around on pointed rocks Settled like bats innumerable ready to fly abroad The groans of Enitharmon shake the skies the labring Earth Till from her heart rending his way a terrible Child sprang forth In thunder smoke & sullen flames & howlings & fury & blood Soon as his burning Eyes were opend on the Abyss The horrid trumpets of the deep bellowd with bitter blasts The Enormous Demons woke & howld around the new born king Crying Luvah King of Love thou art the King of rage & death Urizen cast deep darkness round him raging Luvah pourd The spears of Urizen from Chariots round the Eternal tent Discord began then yells & cries shook the wide firma[m]ent"