He bore the curse
That I be blessed;
Bitter His cup;
Love feast I taste.
Such love and grace
No man can trace;
Oh, how my heart
Would sing His praise!
That I be blessed;
Bitter His cup;
Love feast I taste.
Such love and grace
No man can trace;
Oh, how my heart
Would sing His praise!
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D/AWould
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Singapore
Was it Watchman Nee? The original in Chinese sings beautifully and rhymes every alternate line. Direct translation (but unsingable) as follows: curses he bore, blesssings I recieve. bitter cup he drank, love feast I taste. such wonderous love, no one can fathom. His great love, forever I will never forget.
Hopewell, Va, United States
Do you know who wrote this song " He bore the curse that I be blessed."