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| EVENTFUL night is this, on which | |
| The lamps of Heaven are dim, | |
| And gentle Kedron fears to rill | |
| Its wonted evening Hymn, | |
| Nor woo the winds the sleeping flower, | 5 |
| Lest they should break the stillness of the hour. | |
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| But, oh, what Cry is that, which now | |
| Floats on the midnight air, | |
| As moan of One that ere He dies | |
| Would soothe His Soul in prayer? | 10 |
| Such wails of bitter Agony | |
| Are those that come from out Gethsemane. | |
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| Within that Garden kneeleth One | |
| Bereft of human aid, | |
| By one deemed true in rimes gone by | 15 |
| Ere long to be betrayed: | |
| Yes, JESUS kneeleth down to pray, | |
| Haply His bitter Cup may pass away. | |
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| Dire pangs are His! Blood-drops of Sweat | |
| Stream down His sacred Brow: | 20 |
| He prays—O FATHER TO THY WILL | |
| Submissive I would bow; | |
| Let this Cup pass; oh, hear Thy Son; | |
| And yet, not Will of Mine, but Thine be done. | |
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| The Cup it passed not—for the hour | 25 |
| Of death was nigh at hand; | |
| And yon armed soldiery, | |
| A rude and ruthless band, | |
| Led from that place, and crucified; | |
| Jesus the Guiltless for the guilty died. | 30 |
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| Then oft, my Soul, as thou shalt feel | |
| The wily Tempter’s power, | |
| Steal from the world a time, and share | |
| The sorrows of that hour; | |
| Bethink thee of Gethsemane; | 35 |
| Remember there thy Saviour died for thee. | |
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