Text:Kedron
Tune:KEDRON

88. Kedron

1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream
Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beam
Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
How damp were the vapours that fell on his head!
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed!
The angels astonish'd grew sad at the sight,
And follow'd their Master with solemn delight.

2 O garden of Olives, thou dear honor'd spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow--the triumph of love!
Come, saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet!
Oh! give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasingly rise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

Text Information
First Line: Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream
Title: Kedron
Publication Date: 1845
Tune Information
Name: KEDRON
Meter: P. M.
Key: B♭ Major



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