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.