Gethsemane (Hammond)

My Je­sus

I would ne’er for­get

That hour I spent with Thee;

When there I saw Thy bloody sweat

In dark Geth­se­ma­ne.

I’ll ne’er for­get

I’ll ne’er for­get

I’ll ne’er for­get­ful be

When there I saw Thy bloody sweat

In dark Geth­se­ma­ne.

’Twas in that ol­ive grove I felt

That Thou hadst died for me;

Alas

how great I saw my guilt

While in Geth­se­ma­ne.

I thought of how Thy heart did throb

While all Thine own did flee

And left Thee with the cru­el mob

In sad Geth­se­ma­ne.

’Twas there I felt my grief and shame

In oft for­sak­ing Thee

How pre­cious was Thy ve­ry name

In dear Geth­se­ma­ne.

Should e’er our love to Thee grow cold

And we for­get­ful be

We’ll call to mind Thy love un­told

While in Geth­se­ma­ne.