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Dark was the night, and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid;
His sweat like drops of blood ran down;
In agony he prayed:
"Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfil."
Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.
Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy Father's will obey;
And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1872 | # 122 | | 1853 | # 18 | | 1885 | # 253 |
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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