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Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #200 (1854) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1. Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream Our Savior 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. 2. How damp were the vapors that fell on his head! How hard was his pillow! how humble his bed! The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3. O garden of Olivet, dear honored spot! The fame of thy wonder shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above, The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love. 4. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET GLIDING KEDRON

Thou Sweet, Gliding Kedron

Hymnal: Songs of Redeeming Love No. 2 #160 (1887) First Line: Thou sweet, gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream Languages: English Tune Title: [Thou sweet, gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream]

Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #126 (1870) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams Our Saviour at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors 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. 3 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. 4 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. Topics: Atonement; Christ Sufferings and Death; Kedron; Passion of Christ; Redemption Languages: English

Thou Sweet-Gliding Kedron

Hymnal: Westminster Sabbath School Hymnal, a collection of hymns and tunes for use in sabbath-schools and social meetings #193 (1883) First Line: Thou sweet-gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream Topics: Jesus Christ His Advent, Life, Death, Resurrection and Coming; The Christian Life Conflict, Work and Growth Tune Title: [Thou sweet-gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream]

Thou sweet gliding kedron

Hymnal: Juvenile Choir #36 (1840) First Line: Thou sweet gliding kedron Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding kedron, By thY silver stream, Our Saviour would linger in moonlights soft beams And by thy bright waters, till midnight would stay, And lose in thy murmurs, the tools of the day. Languages: English Tune Title: [Thou sweet gliding kedron]

Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #103 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams Our Saviour at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on the waters, would frequently stray, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors that fell on His head! How hard was His pillow! how humble His bed! The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3 O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot, The fame of thy wonder shall ne'er be forgot; The theme most transporting to seraphs above; The triumph of sorrow--the triumph of love. 4 Come, saints and adore Him; come, bow at His feet! Oh, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannas unceasingly arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. Topics: God the Son Praise to the Redeemer Languages: English

Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams

Author: Maria De Fleury Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #185 (1873) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day. 2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head! How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed! The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, And followed their Master with solemn delight. 3 O Garden of Olivet, thou dear honored 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! 4 Come, saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet: Oh, give him the glory, the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; In the Garden