1 In the darkened shade of the garden trees;
My Master and Lord is on bended knees;
He prays and He pleads in that hour alone.
Forsaken by all He had called His own.
The place of my Saviour’s agony,
I bow in tears o’er His love for me,
2 In the darkened shade of that garden slope,
Was born on that day a lost world’s hope;
When Jesus, the Christ, put Himself aside,
And drank to the dregs of the cup supplied. [Refrain]
3 In the darkened shade of that vale of tears,
A light from His wonderful love appears;
The Saviour who suffered and prayed alone,
Brings comforting peace, to the world unknown. [Refrain]
Source: Alexander's Hymns No. 4 #197