1 'Twas on that dreadful, doleful night,
When the whole pow'r of darkness rose,
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes;
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, and break;
What love through all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
3 "This is my body broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food."
Then took the cup and bless'd the wine:
"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."
4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying friend:
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."
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First Line: | 'Twas on that dreadful, doleful night |
Title: | The Institution of the Lord's Supper |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Means of Grace: The Lord's Supper |