Mark 14:31-36

• [Mar 14:32] Beautiful Garden Of Prayer, The

  There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, There’s a place that is wondrously fair, For it glows with the light of His presence. ’Tis the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer! Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer! There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates To the beautiful garden of prayer. There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And I go with my burden and care, Just to learn from His lips words of comfort In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting, And He bids you to come, meet Him there; Just to bow and receive a new blessing In the beautiful garden of prayer. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Gethsemane

  My Jesus, I would ne’er forget, That hour I spent with Thee; When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. Refrain I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forgetful be, When there I saw Thy bloody sweat In dark Gethsemane. ’Twas in that olive grove I felt That Thou hadst died for me; Alas, how great I saw my guilt While in Gethsemane. Refrain I thought of how Thy heart did throb, While “all” Thine own did flee, And left Thee with the cruel mob, In sad Gethsemane. Refrain ’Twas there I felt my grief and shame In oft forsaking Thee, How precious was Thy very Name In dear Gethsemane. Refrain Should e’er our love to Thee grow cold, And we forgetful be, We’ll call to mind Thy love untold While in Gethsemane. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Go To Dark Gethsemane

  Go to dark Gethsemane, ye that feel the tempter’s power; Your Redeemer’s conflict see, watch with Him one bitter hour, Turn not from His griefs away; learn of Jesus Christ to pray. See Him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross. Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete. “It is finished!” hear Him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die. Early hasten to the tomb where they laid His breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom. Who has taken Him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.

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• [Mar 14:32] In Gethsemane Alone

  Oh, what wondrous love I see, Freely shown for you and me, By the One Who did atone! Just to show His matchless grace, Jesus suffered for the race, In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Oh, what love, matchless love, Oh, what love for me was shown! His forever I will be, For the love He gave to me, When He suffered all alone. “Tarry here,” He told the three, “Tarry here and watch for Me,” But they heard no bitter moan; For the three disciples slept While my loving Savior wept In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain Long in anguish deep was He, Weeping there for you and me, For our sin to Him was known; We should love Him evermore For the anguish that He bore In Gethsemane, alone. Refrain

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• [Mar 14:32] Into The Woods

  Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him. The little grey leaves were kind to Him, The thorn tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master came And he was well content; Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When death and shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last, ’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last When out of the woods He came.

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• [Mar 14:36] Low In Thine Agony

  Low in Thine agony, Bearing Thy cross for me, Savior divine! In the dark tempter’s hour, Quailing beneath his power, Sorrowing yet more and more, Thou dost incline. O Lord of Heav’n and earth, What sorrow unto death Dost Thou sustain? Thou dost in anguish bow: Thou art forsaken now; For me this cup of woe Thou dost now drain. In deep and trembling fears, With crying strong and tears, Now Thou dost pray. “If it be possible This cup so terrible, Father most merciful, Take it away.” “Yet, Lord, Thy will be done; Lo, I, Thine only Son, This cup will drink.” O wondrous love of Thine, Unspeakable, divine; To save this soul of mine Thou wilt not shrink. Savior, give me to share Thy lowly will and prayer In all my woe; In my soul’s agony Let me resemble Thee; An angel strengthening me, Let me, too, know. Thy soul its travail saw, And in its heavy woe Was satisfied. So let Thy sorrow, Lord, Fullness of joy afford, To life and God restored, Through Him Who died.

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