Poetry: Remembrance


On that night of nights most solemn,
Jesus called His own
Round the table of remembrance
All alone.

Then this feast of feasts he ordered.
Feast of grace divine.
Sacred symbols He appointed;
Bread and wine.

Thus His death of deaths is shadowed
In this simple way
Pointing backward, pointing onward,
To that day

Till the morn of morns bright dawning
Earth’s dark shadows past,
And the splendor of God’s glory
Breaks at last.

Then the Lord of lord’s descending
From the radiant sky,
Shouting all His ransomed millions
Home on high.

Thus the day of days shall open
Deathless, cloudless, fair;
In that day the Saviour’s glories
We shall share.