1 Dark was the night, and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid;
His sweat, like drops of blood ran down;
In agony He prayed:
2 Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such Thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfill.
3 Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow,
The heavy load He bore for thee—
For thee He lies so low.
4 Then learn of Him the cross to bear;
Thy Father’s will obey;
And when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11702
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11702||Dark Was The Night||Dark was the night, and cold the ground||ADULLAM||Thomas Haweis||CM||<cite>Carmina Christo</cite>, 1792|