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The Garden of Agony

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 3, 1863

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 21, No. 10.

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The Garden of Agony.

THE breezes are cold, as from Cedron they blow, And over Gethsemane quivering they go; But Jesus regards not the chill of the air; He came to Gethsemane's garden for prayer.
The heavens are covered with wild-looking clouds, And darkness unwonted the soft starlight shrouds; But Jesus beholds not the terrors they wear; He came to Gethsemane's garden for prayer.
The hours of the night-shade pass sadly away, And long is the time to the dawning of day: But though all be sadness, he lingers still there; He came to Gethsemane's garden for prayer.
Thus Jesus prepared for that ocean of wo, That soon in its wrath o'er his soul was to flow: The dark scenes of pain he was strengthened to bear; He was heard, when those hours he devoted to prayer.
My soul, when the tempest of sorrow is high, O'erwhelmed with thy anguish, to God lift thy cry: O yield not thy thoughts to the woes of despair; For God ever hears and will answer thy prayer.