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The Betrayal

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 14, 1865

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 25, No. 15.

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The Betrayal

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The Betrayal.

Among the mountain trees, The winds were whispering low; And night's ten thousand harmonies, Were harmonies of woe; A voice of grief was on the gale, It came from Kedron's gloomy vale.
It was the Saviour's prayer, That on the silence broke, Imploring strength from Heaven to bear, The sin avenging stroke; As in Gethsemane he knelt, And pangs unknown his bosom felt.
The fitful starlight shone In dim and misty gleams, Deep was the agony he felt, And large the vital streams That trickled to the dewy sod, As Jesus raised his voice to God.
The chosen three that stayed Their nightly watch to keep, Left him through sorrow's deep to wade, And gave themselves to sleep. Meekly and sad he prayed alone, Strangely forgotten by his own.
Along the streamlet's bank, The reckless traitor came, And heavy on his bosom sank The load of guilt and shame; Yet unto those who waited nigh, He gave the Son of God to die.
Among the mountain trees, The winds were whispering low, And night's ten thousand harmonies, Were harmonies of woe; For cruel voices filled the gale, That came from Kedron's gloomy vale.