| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | Gethsemane | | Joseph Anstice (1808–1836) |
| | “Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine, be done.”—L UKE XXII. 42. |
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NOT in Thine hours of conflict, Lord; | |
| Nor when the tempting fiend was nigh; | |
| Nor when that bitter cup was pour’d, | |
| Thy garden agony:— | |
| Nor then, when uttermost Thy need, | 5 |
| Seem’d light across Thy soul to break, | |
| No seraph form was seen to speed, | |
| No voice of comfort spake; | |
| Till, by thine own revealed word, | |
| The victory o’er the fiend was won; | 10 |
| Till the sweet mournful cry was heard, | |
| “Thy will, not Mine, be done!” | |
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| Then to the desert sped the Blest, | |
| And food, and peace, and joy, convey’d; | |
| Then one, more favour’d than the rest, | 15 |
| Glanc’d to the olive shade. | |
| Lord! bring those precious moments back, | |
| When fainting, against sin we strain; | |
| Or in thy counsels fail to track | |
| Aught but the present pain! | 20 |
| In darkness help us to contend; | |
| In darkness, yield to Thee our will; | |
| And true hearts, faithful to the end, | |
| Cheer by Thine Angels still! |
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‘And, behold, Angels came and ministered unto Him.’—M ATT. IV. 11. | | | |
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