Mark 14:32

• [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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Mark 14:38

• [Mar 14:38] My God! My God! And Can It Be

  My God! my God! and can it be That I should sin so lightly now, And think no more of evil thoughts Than of the wind that waves the bough? I sin, and Heav’n and earth go round, As if no dreadful deed were done; As if Thy blood had never flowed To hinder sin, or to atone. I walk the earth with lightsome step, Smile at the sunshine, breathe the air, Do my own will, not ever heed Gethsemane and Thy long prayer. Shall it be always thus, O Lord? Wilt Thou not work this hour in me The grace of Thy Passion merited, Hatred of self, and love of Thee! O by the pains of Thy pure love, Grant me the gift of holy fear; And by Thy woes and bloody sweat Wash Thou my guilty conscience clear! Ever when tempted, make me see, Beneath the olives’ moon pierced shade, My God, alone, outstretched, and bruised, And bleeding, on the earth He made; And make me feel it was my sin, As though no other sins there were, That was to Him Who bears the world A load that He could scarcely bear.

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  source: Cyberhymnal