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The Garden of Gethsemane
Author: Grant Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #452 (1866) Hymnal Title: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) First Line: Jesus, while he dwelt below Lyrics:
Jesus, while he dwelt below,
As divine historians say,
To a place would often go,
Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:
In this place he loved to be,
And ’twas named Gethsemane.
’Twas a garden, as we read,
At the foot of Olivet,
Low and proper to be made
The Redeemer’s lone retreat:
When from noise he would be free,
Then he sought Gethsemane.
Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heavenly truths he taught
Often set their hearts on flame:
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.
Oft conversing here they sat;
Or might join with Christ in prayer;
O, what blest devotion that,
When the Lord himself is there!
All things there did so agree
To endear Gethsemane.
Full of love to man’s lost race,
On the conflict much he thought;
This he knew the destined place,
And he loved the sacred spot:
Therefore Jesus chose to be
Often in Gethsemane.
Languages: English
The Garden of Gethsemane
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Grant Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #452 (1848) Hymnal Title: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
The Agony
Author: Hart Hymnal: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #XXV (1793) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns First Line: Jesus, while he dwelt below Lyrics: 1 Jesus, while he dwelt below,
As divine Historians say,
To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:
In this place he loved to be,
And ’twas named Gethsemane.
2 Thither, by their master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heav'nly truths he taught,
Often set their hearts on flame.
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.
3 Here no strangers derst intrude;
But the Prince of Peace could sit,
Cheer'd with sacred solitude,
Wrapt in contemplation sweet:
Yet how little could they see,
Why he chose Gethsemane.
4 Many woes had he endur'd,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient, and to pains inur'd;
But the sorest trail yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee,
Gloomy sad Gethsemane.
5 Come at length the dreadful night,
Vengeance with its iron rod
Stood, and with collected might
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God.
See, my soul, thy Saviour see,
Grov'ling in Gethsemane.
6 Oh, what wonders Love has done;
But how little understood!
God well knows, and God alone,
What produc'd that sweat of blood.
Who can thy deep wonders see,
Wonderful Gethsemane.
7 Eden, from each flow'ry bead,
Did for man short sweetness breathe,
Soon, by Satan's counsel led,
Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death.
But of life the healing tree
Grows in rich Gethsemane.
8 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need:
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
No, not one good work to plead:
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.
9 Saviour, all the stone remove
From my flinty frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love,
Pierce it with a blood-dipt dart.
Wound the heart that wounded thee,
Melt it in Gethsemane.
Topics: Son Languages: English
The Agony
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the use of Christians #M.XX (1804) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns for the use of Christians Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Joseph Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d127 (1826) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #S.CXXXII (1809) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #S.CXXXII (1817) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #802 (1844) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, while he dwelt below,
As divine historians say,
To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron’s brook it lay;
In this place he loved to be,
And ’twas named Gethsemane.
2 [’Twas a garden, as we read,
At the foot of Olivet,
Low, and proper to be made
The Redeemer’s lone retreat;
When from noise he would be free,
Then he sought Gethsemane.
3 Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heavenly truths he taught
Often set their hearts on flame;
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.
4 Here they oft conversing sat,
Or might join with Christ in prayer;
O what blest devotion’s that,
When the Lord himself is there!
All things to them seemed to agree
To endear Gethsemane.
5 Here no strangers durst intrude;
But the Prince of Peace could sit,
Cheered with sacred solitude,
Wrapped in contemplation sweet;
Yet how little they could see
Why he chose Gethsemane!
6 Full of love to man’s lost race,
On his conflict much he thought;
This he knew the destined place,
And he loved the sacred spot;
Therefore ’twas he liked to be
Often in Gethsemane.
7 They his followers, with the rest,
Had incurred the wrath divine;
And their Lord, with pity pressed,
Longed to bear their loads – and mine;
Love to them, and love to me,
Made him love Gethsemane.
8 Many woes had he endured,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient, and to pains inured;
But the sorest trial yet,
Was to be sustained in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane.
9 Came at length the dreadful night,
Vengeance, with its iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God;
See, my soul, thy Saviour see,
Grovelling in Gethsemane.
10 View him in that olive press,
Squeezed and wrung till ’whelmed in blood,
View thy Maker’s deep distress!
Hear the sighs and groans of God!
Then reflect what sin must be,
Gazing on Gethsemane.
11 Poor disciples, tell me now,
Where’s the love ye lately had,
Where’s the faith ye all could vow?
But this hour is too, too sad!
’Tis not now for such as ye
To support Gethsemane.
12 O what wonders love has done!
But how little understood!
God well knows, and God alone,
What produced that sweat of blood;
Who can thy deep wonders see,
Wonderful Gethsemane?
13 There my God bore all my guilt;
This through grace can be believed;
But the horrors which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceived.
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane.
14 Gloomy garden, on thy beds,
Washed by Kedron’s waters foul,
Grow most rank and bitter weeds;
Think on these, my sinful soul;
Would’st thou sin’s dominion flee,
Call to mind Gethsemane.
15 Sinners vile like me, and lost,
If there’s one so vile as I,
Leave more righteous souls to boast:
Leave them, and to refuge fly;
We may well bless that decree
Which ordained Gethsemane.
16 We can hope no healing hand,
Leprous quite throughout with sin;
Loathed incurables we stand,
Crying out, “Unclean, unclean!”
Help there’s none for such as we,
But in dear Gethsemane.
17 Eden, from each flowery bed,
Did for man short sweetness breathe;
Soon, by Satan’s counsel led,
Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death;
But of life, the healing tree
Grows in rich Gethsemane.
18 Hither, Lord, thou didst resort,
Ofttimes with thy little train;
Here would’st keep thy private court;
O confer that grace again;
Lord, resort with worthless me
Ofttimes to Gethsemane.
19 True, I can’t deserve to share
In a favour so divine;
But, since sin first fixed thee there,
None have greater sins than mine;
And to this my woeful plea,
Witness thou, Gethsemane.
20 Sins against a holy God;
Sins against his righteous laws;
Sins against his love, his blood;
Sins against his name, and cause;
Sins immense as is the sea –
Hide me, O Gethsemane!
21 Here’s my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I’ve none;
No, not one good work to plead;
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.]
22 Saviour, all the stone remove
From my flinty, frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love,
Pierce it with the blood-dipped dart;
Wound the heart that wounded thee;
Melt it in Gethsemane.
23 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Hymned by all the heavenly host
In thy shining courts above;
We poor sinners, gracious THREE,
Bless thee for Gethsemane. Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Gethsemane
Author: Joseph Hart Hymnal: Elim; or Hymns of Holy Refreshment #d57 (1866) Hymnal Title: Elim; or Hymns of Holy Refreshment First Line: Jesus, while he dwelt below Languages: English
Gethsemane
Jesus, while he dwelt below
Author: Joseph Hart Hymnal: General Collection of Hymns, Original and Selected, for Use of Christians #d169 (1826) Hymnal Title: General Collection of Hymns, Original and Selected, for Use of Christians Languages: English
Jesus, while he dwelt below
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