Beyond where Cedron’s waters flow,
So brightly and so free,
Behold the loving Savior go
To sad Gethsemane.

Go to Gethsemane,
Hear that mournful sound;
See the Savior weeping,
Weeping on the cold, damp ground.

His countenance is all divine,
His heav’nly bearing see!
Yet grief appears in every line
While in Gethsemane.

He bows beneath the sins of men,
Whilst they are filled with glee;
He cries to God and cries again
In sad Gethsemane.

He lifts His mournful eyes above,
And cries, ‘O Father may
This cup, this bitter cup remove!’
Oh, sad Gethsemane!

With gentle resignation still,
For thee, my soul, for thee,
He yielded to His Father’s will
In sad Gethsemane.


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