’Twas on that night, when doomed to know
The eager rage of every foe
That night in which He was betrayed
The Savior 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 saving 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
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My blood I thus pour forth, He cries
To cleanse the soul in sin that lies
Partake and when the cup ye pour
Remember still my dying hour
Alternate verse:
With love to man this cup is fraught
Let all partake the sacred draught
Through latest ages let it pour
In memory of My dying hour
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