On that night of nights most solemn,

On that night of nights most solemn, Jesus call 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, Looking backward, pointing upward, To that day.

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

Thus the day of days shall open, Deathless, cloudless, fair; In that day, the Savior's glories We shall share!