Among the mountain trees

1 Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
A voice of grief was on the gale,
It came from Kedron's gloomy vale.

2 It was the Saviour's prayer
That on the silence broke,
Imploring strength from heaven to bear
The sin-avenging stroke;
As in Gethsemane he knelt,
And pangs unknown his bosom felt.

3 The fitful starlight shone
In dim and misty gleams;
Deep was his agonizing groan,
And large the vital streams
Which trickled to the dewy sod,
While Jesus raised his voice to God.

4 The chosen three that staid
Their nightly watch to keep,
Left him through sorrows deep to wade,
And gave themselves to sleep;
Meekly and sad he prayed alone,
Strangely forgotten by his own.

5 Along the streamlet's bank
The reckless traitor came,
And heavy on his bosom sank
The load of guilt and shame;
Yet unto those who waited nigh,
He gave the Lamb of God to die!

6 Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
From cruel voices filled the gale
That came from Kedron's gloomy vale.

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #334