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!