1 AND shall I, Lord, the cup decline So wisely mix’d by Love Divine, And tasted first by Thee! The bitter draught Thou drankest up, And but this single, sacred drop Hast Thou reserved for me. 2 Lo! I receive it at Thy hand, And bear by Thy benign command The salutary pain; With Thee to live I gladly die, And suffer here, above the sky With my dear Lord to reign. 3 Here only can I show my love, By suffering my obedience prove; But when Thy heaven I share, I cannot mourn for