1 Gethsemane, thou dolesome place
Near Cedron's brook to which the Lamb,
Who loved to be in loneliness
Where out of boundless love to me,
He wrestled in an agony.
2 There, quite oe'rwhelmed with grief, he said,
"My soul is sorrowful to death"
And suffering freely in my stead,
He drank the bitter cup of wrath;
Now on his knees, then on his face,
He weeps, and sweats, and bleeds and prays.
3 So loved me the eternal God,
That he became the Son of Man,
And took my sins' prodigious load.
My soul admire his gracious plan!
Thy stripes, thy guilt and curse he bore;
Believe and thankfully adore.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791