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L. M.
Christ in Gethsemane.

1 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone ;
"Tis midnight; in the garden, now,

The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt

The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by his God.


4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.


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The Prayer of Agony.

1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow,
Behold the suffering Saviour go
To sad Gethsemane ;
His countenance is all divine,
Yet grief appears in every line.


2 He bows beneath the sins of men;
He cries to God, and cries again,
In sad Gethsemane ;

He lifts his mournful eyes above ·
"My Father, can this cup remove?”

3 With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane ;

"Behold me here, thine only Son;
And, Father, let thy will be done."

4 The Father heard; and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane ;


He drank the dreadful cup of pain -
Then rose to life and joy again.

5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep,
And scenes of anguish make us weep,
To sad Gethsemane

We'll look, and see the Saviour there,
And humbly bow, like him, in prayer.


C. M.

Agony in the Garden.

1 DARK was the night, and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat like drops of blood ran down;
In agony he prayed,

2 "Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfil.”

3 Go to the garden, sinner; see

Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.



4 Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy Father's will obey;

And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.

C. H. M.

The Agony in Gethsemane.

1 HE knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye

2 The sun went down in fearful hour;
The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power
To thus o'ershadow him;


Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony:

The Lord of all above, beneath,
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

That he who gave man's breath might know
The very depths of human woe.

3 He knew them all, the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life
All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
4 It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread;

It passed not, though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead;

But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift of strength, for man to die.
5 And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet
In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through him that path who trod?
"Save, or we perish, Son of God."


S. M.

Christ on the Cross.

1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high;
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony.


2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that painful smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For us he hung and bled,
For us in torture died;

'Twas love that bowed his fainting head,
And oped his gushing side.

4 1 see, and I adore

In sympathy of love;'

I feel the strong, attractive power
To lift my soul above.

5 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardor, to confess
The energy divine.

6 In thee our hearts unite,

Nor share thy griefs alone,
But from the cross pursue their flight
To thy triumphant throne.


C. M.

Christ on the Cross.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Upon the shameful tree:

How great the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!


2 "My God," he cries; all nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The gate of death in sunder breaks;
The solid marbles rend.

3 ""Tis finished; now the ransom's paid;
Receive my soul," he cries;
Behold, he bows his sacred head;

He bows his head, and dies!


4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain
And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?

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The expiring Saviour.

1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary:

See! it rends the rocks asunder,


Shakes the earth, and veils the sky:
"It is finished!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 "It is finished!"-O, what pleasure Do these charming words afford! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord: "It is finished!"

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All in earth and heaven uniting,
Join to praise Immanuel's name:
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!


L. M.

A dying Saviour.

1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies;
Hark! his expiring groans arise;
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Descends the sacred, crimson tide.

2 And didst thou bleed? - for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No; he withdrew his cheering ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.


3 Can 1 survey this scene of woe,

Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
And yet my heart so hard remain.
Unmoved by either love or pain!

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief and ardent love.


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Sufferings of Christ.

1 "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,"
Lo, he dies upon the tree:
"Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, believers, yes, 'tis he.


2 'Tis the long-expected Saviour, David's Son and David's Lord, Sacrificed to bring us favor;

"Tis a true and faithful word.

3 Tell us, ye who heard him groaning, -
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress.

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