When my love to Christ grows weak
When for deeper faith I seek
Then in tho't I go to Thee
Garden of Gethsemane!
There I walk amid the shades
While the ling'ring twilight fades
See that suff'ring, friendless One
Weeping, praying there alone
When my love for man grows weak
When for stronger faith I seek
Hill of Calvary! I go
To Thy scenes of fear and woe
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There behold His agony
Suffered on the bitter tree
See His anguish, see His faith
Love triumphant still in death
Then to life I turn again
Learning all the worth of pain
Learning all the might that lies
In a full selfsacrifice
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