That doleful night before his death,

That doleful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did almost with his latest breath
This solemn feast ordain.

To keep thy feast, Lord, are we met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat,
"For me he died, for me."

Thy sufferings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

O tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants to thee,
To sing, "Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me!"