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Garden of Gethsemane
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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, and I praise with firmer
faith Christ who vanquished pain and death; and to Christ enthroned above
raise my song of selfless love. |
