The sun had set on Syria's plain

1 The sun had set on Syria's plain,
The night had bloomed with stars again,
When, as his fateful hour drew nigh,
The Saviour knew that he must die.

2 As still drew nigh that hour of dread,
Wait his disciples pale and sad,
When he, with love's compassion sweet,
Knelt lowly down and washed their feet.

3 Draw near to us, O Lord, we pray;
We follow in thy steps to-day;
Here with thy saints 'tis joy to meet,
And bow, and humbly wash their feet.

4 O thou bright King, within whose hand
The ages glide like grains of sand,
Now hear us pray that we may be
All lowly, meek, and pure, like thee.

5 And when the glorious morn shall break
And at thy voice each sleeper wake,
Remember us, O Lord, we pray;
Roll from our grave this stone away!

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #1100