THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME

All praise to Him of Nazareth,

The Holy One who came,

For love of man, to die a death

Of agony and shame.

Dark was the grave; but since he lay

Within its dreary cell,

The beams of heaven’s eternal day

Upon its threshold dwell.

He grasped the iron veil, he drew

Its gloomy folds aside,

And opened, to his followers’ view,

The glorious world they hide.

In tender memory of his grave

The mystic bread we take,

And muse upon the life he gave

So freely for our sake.

A boundless love he bore mankind;

Oh, may at least a part

Of that strong love descend and find

A place in every heart.