Luke 22:39-44

• [Luk 22:40] O Savior! When Thy Loving Hand

  O Savior! when Thy loving hand Has brought us o’er the sea, Through perils many, safe to land— The land we longed to see. Oh, help us, for Thy help we need Each moment more and more In perils that we scarcely heed, More deadly, on the shore. Lord, save us! and the Christian name Oh, help us pure to keep, On sea or land, alike the same, Till we in death shall sleep. Then through Thy merits, washed and clean From sin’s polluting stain, In raiment white may we be seen With all Thy saints to reign.

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• [Luk 22:41] I Stand Amazed In The Presence

  I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. Refrain O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.” He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. Refrain In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. Refrain He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, And suffered and died alone. Refrain When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, ’Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me. Refrain

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• [Luk 22:42] Night, With Ebon Pinion

  Night, with ebon pinion, brooded o’er the vale; All around was silent, save the night wind’s wail, When Christ, the Man of Sorrows, In tears, and sweat, and blood, Prostrate in the garden, raised His voice to God. Smitten for offenses which were not His own, He, for our transgressions, had to weep alone; No friend with words to comfort, Nor hand to help was there, When the Meek and Lowly humbly bowed in prayer. “Abba, Father, Father, if indeed it may, Let this cup of anguish pass from Me, I pray; Yet, if it must be suffered, by Me, Thine only Son, Abba, Father, Father, let Thy will be done.”

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• [Luk 22:44] Sion’s Daughter, Weep No More

  Sion’s daughter, weep no more, Though thy troubled heart be sore; He of Whom the psalmist sung, He Who woke the prophet’s tongue, Christ, the Mediator blest, Brings thee everlasting rest. In a garden man became Heir of sin, and death, and shame; Jesus in a garden wins Life, and pardon for our sins; Through His hour of agony Praying in Gethsemane. There for us He intercedes; There with God the Father pleads; Willing there for us to drain To the dregs the cup of pain, That in everlasting day He may wipe our tears away. Therefore to His Name be giv’n, Glory both in earth and Heav’n; To the Father, and the Son, And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, praise and glory be Now and through eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal