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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Sep 30, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 38.

GETHSEMANE.

HE went, by heavy sorrow bowed, Who ne'er the taint of sin had known, While we, with deepest cause for grief, Were careless of our Saviour's groan. For us he wept, our load he bore, With love divine sustained its weight, That guilt which from our souls had sprung To bar forever heaven's gate.

By faith our hearts see on his head Our dreadful load of deepest guilt; In brokenness of soul we cry, "It was for me his blood was spilt." O Lamb of God, thy priceless love, Thy wondrous sacrifice divine, Shall fill eternity with praise; May part of that glad joy be mine! —Selected.