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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.
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.
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

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