’Twas on that night, when doomed to know
The eager rage of ev’ry foe,
That night in which he was betrayed,
The Saviour 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 foll’wers spoke:

My broken body thus I give
For you, for all; take, eat, and live;
And oft the sacred rite renew,
That brings my wondrous 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, be cries,
To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is sealed,
And Heav’n’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 mem’ry of my dying hour.