When My Love to God Grows Weak

When my love to God grows weak

[or When my love to Christ grows weak]

When for deep­er faith I seek

Then in thought I go to thee

Garden of Geth­se­ma­ne.

There I walk amid the shades

While the lin­ger­ing twi­light fades

See that suf­fer­ing

friend­less One

Weeping

pray­ing there alone.

When my love for man grows weak

When for strong­er faith I seek

Hill of Cal­va­ry

I go

To thy scenes of fear and woe.

There be­hold His ago­ny

Suffered on the bit­ter tree;

See His ang­uish

see His faith

Love tri­umph­ant still in death.

Then to life I turn again

Learning all the worth of pain

Learning all the might that lies

In a full self sac­ri­fice.