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.
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.
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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!