Jesus In Gethsemane

1 See Him in the garden lone,
Midnight darkness o’er Him;
None but God to hear His moan,
Naught but death before Him;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

2 All His friends forsake Him now,
None with Him are staying;
Bloody sweat upon His brow,
To His Father praying;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

3 On Him all our sins were laid,
Thro’ Him came salvation;
He for us a ransom paid,
Priceless, pure oblation.
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.

4 "Man of sorrows!" Born to grief!
For our sins atoning;
By whose stripes we find relief,
Our lost state bemoaning;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10361

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