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I MAY not tread Gethsemane, | |
| I may not share Thy agony, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
| Yet hear me, Lord, Thy prayer I pray, | |
| As I am fainting on my way, | 5 |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
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| Darkness around me thick enfolds, | |
| A “cup of trembling” my hand holds, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
| Forgive me, O forgive my cry, | 10 |
| “If it be possible, pass it by,” | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
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| My “little one” Thou lovest is sick, | |
| And hour by hour he grows more weak, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | 15 |
| I mark the thinning of his face, | |
| And awful lines upon him trace, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
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| This is the cup to me Thou’rt reaching, | |
| Lord, hear me in my poor beseeching, | 20 |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
| “If it be possible,” spare him, Lord; | |
| Speak Thou ev’n now the healing word, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
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| We gave him to Thee in our vow, | 25 |
| Thy name was nam’d upon his brow, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
| Life is a great gift; I would fain | |
| Have him a MAN for Thee to train, | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | 30 |
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| “Yet not my will but Thine be done,”— | |
| Alas! alas! my little son,— | |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
| My heart is sore; I can but sigh— | |
| “If it be possible,” hear my cry, | 35 |
| O Jesus Christ my Saviour! | |
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