Songs

On that same night, Lord Jesus

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					7.6.7.6.D.

1	On that same night, Lord Jesus,
	When all around combined
	To cast its darkest shadow
	Across Thy holy mind,
	We hear Thy voice, blest Saviour
	“This do, remember me”
	With grateful hearts responding,
	We now remember Thee.

2	We think of all the darkness
	Which round Thy spirit pressed
	Of all those waves and billows,
	Which rolled across Thy breast.
	Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
	And, perfect love we see;
	With joy and sorrow mingling,
	We would remember Thee.

3	We know Thee now as risen,
	The firstborn from the dead;
	We see Thee now ascended,
	The Church’s glorious Head;
	In Thee by grace accepted,
	The heart and mind set free
	To think of all Thy sorrow,
	And thus remember Thee.

4	Till Thou shalt come in glory,
	And call us hence away,
	To rest in all the brightness
	Of that unclouded day,
	We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
	And here would seek to be
	More to Thy death conformed,
	Whilst we remember Thee,

								G.W. Fraser