’Twas on That Night When Doomed to Know

’Twas on that night

when doomed to know

The ea­ger rage of ev­ery foe

That night in which He was be­trayed

The Sav­ior of the world took bread.

And af­ter thanks and glo­ry giv’n

To Him that rules in earth and Heav’n

That sym­bol of His flesh He broke

And thus to all his fol­low­ers spoke:

My brok­en body thus I give

For you

for all. Take

eat

and live.

And oft the sac­red rite re­new

That brings My sav­ing love to view.

Then in His hands the cup He raised

And God anew He thanked and praised

While kind­ness in His bo­som glowed

And from His lips sal­va­tion flowed.

My blood I thus pour forth

He cries

“To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;

In this the co­ve­nant is sealed

And Heav­en’s eter­nal grace re­vealed.

With love to man this cup is fraught;

Let all par­take the sac­red draught;

Through lat­est ages let it pour

In me­mo­ry of My dy­ing hour.