voice and my supplications.
Because he hath inclined his ear unto me,
Therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
The cords of death entangled me,
And the pains of hell laid hold on me:
I found trouble and sorrow.
Then called I upon the name of the Lord:
O Lord, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.
Gracious is the Lord, and righteous;
Yea, our God is merciful.
The Lord saveth the simple;
I was discouraged, and he saved me.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul;
For the Lord hath blessed thee greatly."

"Come! Follow me!" Abruptly Jesus walked from the room, down the stairs,
and into the dark street. The moon had just risen; it hung low over the
Hill of Olives, blood-red in a black sky, giving almost no light. Jesus
walked swiftly toward the city gate. The disciples glanced up and down
each street they crossed, alert for any sign of soldiers.

It did not take them long to reach the foot of the Hill of Olives. Jesus
did not go to their usual resting place. Instead, he led the eleven men
toward his place of prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane. They were
panting for breath when Jesus entered a narrow gate through the stone
wall that Judas had climbed over the night before.

The Garden was dark. Among the dense trees the moon could not be seen at
all. During the week, the men had slept under clear skies; but now there
was a damp chill that threatened a storm on the morrow. When Jesus
stopped, his followers sank wearily on the ground.

"Wait here for me while I pray," said Jesus. A note of distress had
crept into his voice. He turned to Peter, James, and John. "Come with
me." They groped their way through the woods, their hands before them.
Jesus stopped. "My soul is very sorrowful, even to death. Wait here and
pray for me." The men had never known Jesus to be like this before; he
was almost appealing to them for help. A short distance away Jesus knelt
on the ground. The hard day, the meal, and the walk up the hill had made
the fishermen drowsy, but they heard Jesus praying very earnestly. "O
Father, thou canst do all things! If it be possible, spare me this
suffering. Nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done." They heard his
voice no more.

Peter did not know how long he had slept when he was awakened by Jesus'
shaking his shoulder. "Simon Peter! Are you sleeping? Couldn't you stay
awake and pray with me even one hour?" James and John roused themselves.
"Stay awake