Hymn 347 — The bread and cup, O Lord, recall
| 347 | MISS F. J. ELWOOD | 8.8.6.8.8.6. |
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The bread and cup, O Lord, recall that sacrifice supreme, when all The floods their voice did raise; Their holy import we discern, Thy suff'ring love afresh would learn, Proved on that day of days. | |
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All question of our moral stain Thou didst resolve when Thou didst drain That cup of bitt'rest woe: So surely, that our hearts are free To yield themselves adoringly In love's eternal flow. | |
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Borne in Thy heart through death's dark tide (The travail Thine), with Thee we died, In Thee we rise on high; With hearts now filled with glory's light, We tread our path through earth's dark night, Where Thou our Lord didst die. | |