On that night of nights most solemn
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On that night of nights most solemn, Jesus called His own ’Round the table of remembrance, All alone. |
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Then this feast of feasts He ordered, Feast of grace Divine; Sacred symbols He appointed, Bread and wine. |
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Thus His death of deaths is shadowed In this simple way, Looking backward, pointing upward, To that day. |
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Till the morn of morns bright dawning, Earth’s dark shadows passed; And the splendor of God’s glory Breaks at last. |
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Thus the day of days shall open, Deathless, cloudless, fair; In that day, the Savior’s glories We shall share! |