Gethsemane (Poem)

 

Gethsemane

By Henry Beer

It was in dark Gethsemane

Where Jesus in His agony

Endured the anguish deep and great,

In view of His impending fate.

On Olive's brow, 'neath shadows deep,

In dark Gethsemane's retreat,

The Master knelt in earnest prayer,

While loved disciples slumbered there.

Gethsemane, O woeful place,

Where Jesus sought the Father's face!

"O take the cup of death from Me,

It's awful pain and agony.

Yet not my will, but thine be done."

This was the plea of God's own son.

None other could for sin atone,

In anguish deep He prayed alone.

The loved disciples did not know

The depth of sorrow and the woe

Which Crist the friend of man must bear

To save us from our dark despair.

Prophetic words must be fulfilled;

The blessed Lamb, as God had willed,

Must give His life upon the cross,

To save us from eternal loss.

And thrice He prayed in earnest tone

In dark Gethsemane alone. 

With angel's help the victory won:

Then Jesus prayed, "Thy will be done."

If we would Christ's disciples be,

Our will with His must blended be. 

Our very self must be o'ercome,

That we may say, "Thy will be done."

As Jesus in Gethsemane

By prayer attained the victory,

So shall we, when we seek His face,

Still find in Him abundant grace.