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CHRIST IN THE GARDEN.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
He knelt—the Saviour knelt and pray'd,
When but His Father's eye
Look'd thro' the lonely Garden's shade,
On that dread agony!
The Lord of All above, beneath,
Was bow'd with sorrow unto death.
The sun set in a fearful hour;
The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power,
So to o'ershadow Him!
That He who gave man's breath might know
The very depths of human woe.
He knew them all!—the doubt, the strife,
The faint perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life,
All darken'd round His head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray—
Yet pass'd it not, that cup, away!
