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Among the mountain trees
Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #334 (1886) Lyrics: 1 Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
A voice of grief was on the gale,
It came from Kedron's gloomy vale.
2 It was the Saviour's prayer
That on the silence broke,
Imploring strength from heaven to bear
The sin-avenging stroke;
As in Gethsemane he knelt,
And pangs unknown his bosom felt.
3 The fitful starlight shone
In dim and misty gleams;
Deep was his agonizing groan,
And large the vital streams
Which trickled to the dewy sod,
While Jesus raised his voice to God.
4 The chosen three that staid
Their nightly watch to keep,
Left him through sorrows deep to wade,
And gave themselves to sleep;
Meekly and sad he prayed alone,
Strangely forgotten by his own.
5 Along the streamlet's bank
The reckless traitor came,
And heavy on his bosom sank
The load of guilt and shame;
Yet unto those who waited nigh,
He gave the Lamb of God to die!
6 Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe;
From cruel voices filled the gale
That came from Kedron's gloomy vale. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death Tune Title: BETRAYAL
Among the mountain trees
Bound upon the accursed tree
Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #335 (1886) Lyrics: 1 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood, and writhing limb,
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the drooping, death-dewed brow;
Son of man 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
2 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending vail,
By the earth enwrapt in gloom,
By the saints who burst their tomb,
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow!
Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do!"
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By the souls he died to save,
By the rainbow round his brow,
Son of god! 'tis thou! 'tis thou! Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death Tune Title: BETRAYAL
Bound upon the accursed tree
