1 Gethsemane, thou dolesome Place
Near Cedron's Brook to which the Lamb,
Who love'd to be in loneliness
Where out of boundless Love to me,
He wrestled in an Agony.
2 There, quite oe'rwhelm'd with Grief, he said,
"My Soul is sorrowful to Death"
And suff'ring freely in my Stead,
He drank the bitter Cup of Wrath;
Now on his Knees, then on his Face,
He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds and prays.
3 So lov'd me the Eternal God,
That he became the Son of Man,
And took my Sins' prodigious Load.
My Soul admire his gracious Plan!
Thy Stripes, thy Guilt and curse he bore;
Believe and thankfully adore.
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First Line: | Gethesemane, thou dolesome Place |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Passion of Christ |