Hymn 433
All the night, at the dusk of woe;
Li oru ibanijẹ nì
- All the night, at the dusk of woe;
When hade erupteth in its strength,
Unto Wonderful Son of God,
Gift of victory against His foe. - Ere commence His passion and strife,
The bread He offereth, art though blessed:
Thou who Thine work in all art love,
Hark his word spoken art of grace. - His sacred flesh offered for sin,
Partake, oh, bread of life it be;
The sacred wine He gavest thee,
This art my covenant, my blood. - This He commandeth do till aye,
In mem’ry of thy sacred friend;
Whence thou shall meet, recall to thee
Thy departed God is but love. - Christ Jesus Thy commands our joy,
Thine redemptive death, hymns reveal;
Ere Thou cometh hither below
Supper we shall with Thee partake. Amen.