Not Mine, Be Done."
1 "Father divine!" the Saviour cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.
2 "But if these pangs must still be borne,
Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say,--Thy will, not mine, be done!"
3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say,--Thy will, not ours, be done!
131. L. M. Anonymous.
"Let This Cup Pass From Me."
1 A voice upon the midnight air,
Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray,
Weeps forth in agony of prayer,
"O Father, take this cup away!"
2 Ah, thou who sorrow'st unto death,
We conquer in thy mortal fray;
And earth for all her children saith,
"O God, take not this cup away!"
3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die;
Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe;
Thy peace shall still the mourner's sigh;
Thy strength shall raise the faint and low.
4 Great chief of faithful souls, arise;
None else can lead the martyr band,
Who teach the soul how peril flies,
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand.
5 O King of earth, the cross ascend;
O'er climes and ages 'tis thy throne;
Where'er thy fading eye may bend,
The desert blooms and is thine own.
4 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray;
Make but one fold below, above;
And when we go the last, lone way,
O, give the welcome of thy love.
132. C. H. M. Mrs. Hemans.
The Agony in the Garden.
1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony;
He poured in prayer his suppliant breath,
Bowed down with sorrow unto death.
2 The sun went down in fearful hour;
The heavens might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power
Thus to o'ershadow him;
That he who came to save might know
The very depths of human woe.
3 He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life
All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
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