ESUS, while He dwelt below,
As divine historians say,

To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron's brook it lay;
In this place He loved to be;
And 'twas named Gethsemane.

'Twas a garden, as we read,

At the foot of Olivet,
Low, and proper to be made

The Redeemer's lone retreat : When from noise He would be free, Then He sought Gethsemane.

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Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heavenly truths He taught
Often set their hearts on flame;

Therefore they, as well as He,

Visited Gethsemane.

Oft conversing here they sat;

Or might join with Christ in prayer; Oh! what blest devotion's that,

When the Lord himself is there! All things to them seem'd t' agree To endear Gethsemane.

Full of love to man's lost race,

On the conflict much He thought;
This He knew the destined place,

And He lov'd the sacred spot;
Therefore Jesus chose to be
Often in Gethsemane.

Came at length the dreadful night;

Vengeance, with its iron rod, Stood, and with collected might,

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God;

See, my soul, thy Saviour see,

Prostrate in Gethsemane !

View Him in that olive-press,

Wrung with anguish, whelm'd in blood! Hear Him pray in his distress,

With strong cries and tears, to God:

Then reflect what sin must be,

Gazing on Gethsemane.

Gloomy garden, on thy beds,
Wash'd by Kedron's water-pool,
Grow most rank and bitter weeds,
Think on these, my soul, my soul !
Would'st thou sin's dominion see,
Call to mind Gethsemane.

Eden, from each flowery bed,

Did for man short sweetness breathe;

Soon, by Satan's counsel led,

Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death;

But, of life, the healing tree,

Grows in rich Gethsemane.

Hither, Lord, Thou did'st resort,
Oft-times with thy little train ;
Here wouldst keep thy private court,
Oh! confer that grace again :
Lord, resort with worthless me

Oft-times to Gethsemane.

True, I can't deserve to share

In a favour so divine;

But since sin first fixed Thee there,

None have greater sins than mine; And to this my woful plea,

Witness thou, Gethsemane!

Sins against a holy God;

Sins against his righteous laws; Sins against his love, his blood,

Sins against his name and cause,Sins immense as is the sea: -Hide me, O Gethsemane!

Saviour, all the stone remove

From my flinty, frozen heart;

Thaw it with the beams of love,

Pierce it with thy mercy's dart; Wound the heart that wounded Thee; -Break it in Gethsemane !

HE SHALL TAKE OF MINE, AND SHALL SHEW IT

UNTO YOU."

COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise:

Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

Cheer our desponding hearts,

Thou heavenly Paraclete ;

Give us to lie, with humble hope,
At our Redeemer's feet.

Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our hearts the flame
Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin;

Then lead to Jesu's blood;

And to our wond'ring view reveal
The secret love of God.