Hymn Selection

347

8.8.6.8.8.6.


1
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.
2
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.
3
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 dids't die.

Miss F.J. Elwood

Tunes for this hymn:

"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."