Muse on the solemn scene, till faith have power
The inspired narrative to realize;
And round the board at evening’s silent hour
The chosen twelve appear, their anxious eyes
Fixed on the Lamb of God, the spotless Sacrifice.
Lo! on the bread His sacred hand he lays,
That hand so soon transfixed for them to be;
See the Redeemer’s sad uplifted gaze,
And hear the accents breathing mournfully,
“This do ye in remembrance still of Me!”