When the Paschal evening fell
Deep on Kedron's hallowed dell,
When around the festal board
Sate th'Apostles with their Lord,
Then His parting word He said,
Blessed the cup and brake the bread--
"this whene'er ye do and see,
Evermore remember Me."
Years have passed: in every clime,
Changing with the changing time,
Varying through a thousand forms,
Torn by factions, rocked by storms,
Still the sacred table spread,
Flowing cup and broken bread,
With that parting word agree,
"Drink and eat; remember Me."
When by treason, doubt, unrest,
Sinks the soul, dismayed, opprest;
When the shadows of the tomb
Close us round with deepening gloom,
Then bethink us at that board
of the sorrowing, suffering Lord,
Who, when tried and grieved as we,
Dying, said, "Remember Me."
When in this thanksgiving feast
We would give to God our best,
From the treasures of His might
Seeking life and love and light;
Then, O Friend of human-kind,
Make us true and firm of mind,
Pure of heart, in spirit free;
Thus may we remember Thee.
--hymn by A.P.Stanley
The Last Supper
The Lord's Table
Maundy Thursday
Holy Communion
communion hymn
A.P.Stanley
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