(Text by Chris Anderson; Tune by Molly Ijames)
There was a cup of holy wrath
Which made our fearless Savior quake;
He prayed the cup from Him would pass,
Yet drank its dregs for sinners’ sake.
Our thirst is quenched by Christ the Lord,
Who gives His cup and takes our own.
We taste and see that He is good;
He satisfies, and He alone!
Another cup o’erflows with grace—
Salvation’s bounty, poured by Christ;
He bids our thirsty, sinful race
To come, to drink without a price.
We drink a cup our Lord ordained
To point forgetful hearts above;
With bread it speaks of sinless pain,
Of saving death, of selfless love.
A cup remains, untouched and fair,
Which none shall drink till Christ appears;
The King and Bride its joy will share,
Unmixed with woe, or sin, or tears.
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