Hymn 479 - "The bread and cup, O Lord, recall

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 lose 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 didst die.