p. 1 | Gethsemane by Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jun 6, 1878

Gethsemane.

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

DARKNESS was all around, Cold was the dewy ground; As low in grief profound, Christ bowed in prayer. Angels their vigils kept, While his disciples slept, Who should have watched and wept, Over him there.

Oh, what a night of woe, Did our Redeemer know, As with the wily foe, Cruel and strong; With many a fainting moan, Deep sob and bitter groan, He struggled all alone, Earnest and long.

Sinner; behold Him now, How pale his God-like brow; He dies for thee. And thou Dost still refuse Thy stubborn heart to give, When Jesus bids thee live, And offers to forgive, Oh wisely choose.

Behold thy Saviour die, Nailed to the cross so high, Angels within the sky, Wept bitter tears; But he who once was slain, Surely will come again, In glorious might to reign, His advent nears.

Welcome, Oh glorious day! Speed, speed thy dawn I pray, Saviour, why dost thou stay? Hasten to bring, Earth's weary pilgrims rest, Sweet peace among the blest, Come, grant my soul's request, Almighty King.

Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle.