1 

On that night of nights most solemn,

      Jesus call His own

'Round the table of remembrance,

      All alone.

 2 

Then this feast of feasts He ordered,

      Feast of grace Divine;

Sacred symbols He appointed,

      Bread and wine.

 3 

Thus His death of deaths is shadowed

      In this simple way,

Looking backward, pointing upward,

      To that day.

 4 

Till the morn of morns bright dawning,

      Earth's dark shadows passed;

And the splendor of God's glory

      Breaks at last.

 5 

Thus the day of days shall open,

      Deathless, cloudless, fair;

In that day, the Savior's glories

      We shall share!