On that night of nights most solemn,
Jesus called His own
Round the table of remembrance
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
Earths dark shadows past,
And the splendor of Gods glory
Breaks at last.
Then the Lord of lords 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 Saviours glories
We shall share.