Gethsemane by J. G. McClaughry

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 20, 1911

Gethsemane

By J. G. McClaughry

J. G. McCLAUGHRY

That peace which passeth knowledge, Lord, I crave of thee to-night: Drive care and suffering from my heart, And make its burden light.

I do not ask thee to remove Nor bid my sorrows cease; Give what thou wilt, O Lord, in love, But O, to-night give peace!

Thou knowest all our needs, and how Our burdens bear us down; Thou knowest all our strength, and canst Sustain us by thine own; But, O my God, hear thou my prayer, And grant me this release,— To-morrow I my cross would bear, But O, to-night give peace!

I do not ask this thoughtlessly, Nor question I thy will; I would not have thee take from me My cup of sorrow; still Have I not gladly kissed the rod As woes and griefs increased? Now I am broken, O my God, Have mercy, give me peace!

I want but thee, I need but thee; Come thou, O God, to-night, Remove the burdens that afflict, Sustain me by thy might; O, let oblivion swallow all For one short hour at least; I stumble, Lord, I almost fall; Have mercy, give me peace!

New Albany, Ind.