’Twas on That Dark, That Doleful Night

’Twas on that dark

that dole­ful night

When pow­ers of earth and hell arose

Against the Son of God’s de­light

And friends be­trayed Him to His foes:

Before the mourn­ful scene be­gan

He took the bread

and blessed

and brake:

What love through all His act­ions ran!

What won­drous words of grace He spake!

This is My bo­dy

broke for sin;

Receive and eat the liv­ing food:

Then took the cup

and blessed the wine;

’Tis the new co­ve­nant in My blood.

For us His flesh with nails was torn

He bore the scourge

He felt the thorn;

And jus­tice poured up­on His head

Its hea­vy ven­geance in our stead.

For us His vi­tal blood was spilt

To buy the par­don of our guilt

When

for black crimes of big­gest size

He gave His soul a sac­ri­fice.

Do this

He cried

till time shall end

In me­mo­ry of your dy­ing friend;

Meet at My ta­ble

and re­cord

The love of your de­part­ed Lord.

Jesus

Thy feast we ce­le­brate

We show Thy death

we sing Thy name

Till Thou re­turn

and we shall eat

The mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb.