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Hushed by the shadows
dark and drear,
The feathered songsters rest;
All earth in slumber doth appear,
But Christ, earth’s heav’nly Guest.
Down in the garden
hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness
on the dewy ground,
While the watchers
they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.
With nature’s mantle,
night’s dark pall,
Beneath those garden trees,
He wrestled nobly for us all,
From sin, man to release.
Down in the garden
hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness
on the dewy ground,
While the watchers
they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.
Sin’s loathsome
weight He bore in sweat,
That oozed in bloody flow;
Ignoble shame was His, and yet
He meekly suffered so.
Down in the garden
hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness
on the dewy ground,
While the watchers
they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.
For sinful mortals, rich and poor,
He fought hell’s legions fierce;
Abased, He won the vict’ry sure,
Though pangs His soul did pierce.
Down in the garden
hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness
on the dewy ground,
While the watchers
they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.
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