Gethsemane (Cleator)

In the still gar­den

dark and lone

See Him in pray­er—the sin­less One;

His loved dis­ci­ples sad­ly sleep

The Lord

alone

a watch doth keep.

The morn­ing breaks! The sha­dows flee;

All hail the song of vic­to­ry!

The gloom of death has passed away

Before the dawn of East­er day;

The gloom of death has passed away

Before the glo­ri­ous dawn of East­er day.

Soon comes the hour of cru­el pain;

Soon must the Lamb of God be slain;

Look How he pleads new strength and pow­er

To bear—alone—dark Cal­va­ry’s hour.

Within the gar­den still and lone

Ere yet the mid­night watch is done;

Hark to the sound of an­gel wings

For One from Heav’n sweet com­fort brings.

Hark to the cla­mor of the crowd!

Hark to those voic­es strange and loud!

They bear Him to the cross of pain

And lo!—for us—the Lord is slain!

O Lamb of God! O sin­less One!

Such love as Thine was nev­er known;

O love di­vine that suf­fered so—

That bore—for us—such weight of woe!