’Twas on that night when doomed to know

The eager rage of every foe,

That night in which he was betrayed,

The Saviour of the world took bread;

2 And, after thanks and glory given

To him that rules in earth and heaven,

That symbol of his flesh he broke,

And thus to all his followers spoke:

3 My broken body thus I give

To you, my friends; take, eat, and live;

And oft the sacred feast renew,

That brings my wondrous love to view.

4 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.

5 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.

6 This cup is fraught with love to men;

Let all partake who love my name;

Through latest ages let it pour

In memory of my dying hour.