That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.
2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat --
For me he died, for me.
3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.
4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me.
Joseph Hart, d.1768