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1 'TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Is not forsaken by his God.
W. B. TAPPAN.
4 'Tis midnight; and from ether plains
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The Prayer of Agony.
1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow,
S. F. SMITH.
2 He bows beneath the sins of men;
He lifts his mournful eyes above ·
3 With gentle resignation still, He yielded to his Father's will, In sad Gethsemane ;
"Behold me here, thine only Son;
4 The Father heard; and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer, In sad Gethsemane ;
He drank the dreadful cup of pain -
5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep,
We'll look, and see the Saviour there,
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;
2 "Father, remove this bitter cup,
3 Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow;
4 Then learn of him the cross to bear;
And, when temptations press thee near,
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;
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,
The Lord of all above, beneath,
That he who gave man's breath might know
3 He knew them all, the doubt, the strife,
It passed not, though to him the grave
But there was sent him, from on high,
Christ on the Cross.
1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
3 For us he hung and bled,
'Twas love that bowed his fainting head,
4 1 see, and I adore
In sympathy of love;'
I feel the strong, attractive power
5 Drawn by such cords as these,
6 In thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,
Christ on the Cross.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
How great the love that him inclined
PERCY CHAPEL COL.
2 "My God," he cries; all nature shakes,
3 ""Tis finished; now the ransom's paid;
He bows his head, and dies!
4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain
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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:
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;
A dying Saviour.
1 STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies;
2 And didst thou bleed? - for sinners bleed?
3 Can 1 survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
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Sufferings of Christ.
1 "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,"
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, -