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hat dread agony: The Lord of high and heavenly birth Was bowed with sorrow unto death. 2 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread; The mists that hang o'er parting life All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray; Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 3 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead; But there was sent him, from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die. 4 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? How, but through him that path who trod? "Save, or we perish, Son of God." 227. L. M. Montgomery. Christ's Passion. 1 The morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face, No form or comeliness is there. 2 Last eve by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 But hark! he prays;--'tis for his foes; He speaks;--'tis comfort to his friends; Answers;--and Paradise bestows; "'Tis finished!"--here the conflict ends. 4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!" --Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,--for man he dies. 228. L. M. W. B. Tappan. Christ in Gethsemane. 1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 229. C. M. Haweis. Agony in the Garden. 1 Dark was the night and cold the ground
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