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Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth

Author: T. H. Kingo, 1634-1703 ; J. Jeffrey; M. DeGarmeaux, b. 1958 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #295 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Ev'ry human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 [Protected by copyright] 4 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 5 [Protected by copyright] 6 But, O flow'rs, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 7 When as flow'rs themselves I wither, When I droop and fade life grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! 8 [Protected by copyright] Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: OVER KEDRON JESUS TRÆDER

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #302 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither When I droop and fade life grass When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Tune Title: [Over Kedron Jesus treadeth]

Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth

Author: J. Jeffrey; Thomas H. Kingo Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #101 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Ev'ry human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Saviour solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 See Him anguish-stricken falling Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His Father calling, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go: Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father," And the angels round Him gather. 3 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat From His anguished frame distilling-- Our redemption thus fulfilling. Amen.

Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo; J. Jeffery Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #101 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Ev'ry human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Saviour solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 See Him anguish-stricken falling Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His Father calling, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go: Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father," And the angels round Him gather. 3 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat From His anguished frame distilling-- Our redemption thus fulfilling. Amen. Topics: Church Year Holy Week; Holy Week; Holy Thursday; Christ Work of; Redemption Languages: English Tune Title: FRÄLSTA VÄRLD! I NÅDENS UNDER

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a69 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, oh Jesus! blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: Not My will, but Thine, O Father-- And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood thus sprinkled o'er ye Makes my soul the heir of glory. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither, When I droop and fade life grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll, Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of Triumph! Pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #69 (1880) Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, oh Jesus! blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: Not My will, but Thine, O Father-- And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood thus sprinkled o'er ye Makes my soul the heir of glory. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither, When I droop and fade life grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll, Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of Triumph! Pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Author: Bishop Thomas King, 1634-1703; J. Jeffrey Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #69 (1908) Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Ev'ry human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus! blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: Not My will, but Thine, O Father-- And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood thus sprinkled o'er ye Makes my soul the heir of glory. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither, When I droop and fade life grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll, Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of Triumph! Pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Passion; First Sunday in Lent Languages: English Tune Title: LUDWIGSBURG (Freu dich sehr, o meine Seele)