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!