The solemn feast was spent,
And night had spread her pall,
When Christ with His disciples went
Beyond the city wall;
And in the dark He led the way,
Towards the lone Gethsemane.
He took His chosen three,
And bowed with grief He saith,
"Abide ye here, and watch with me,
I sorrow unto death";
Then, moving forward still a pace,
He fell in prayer upon His face.
Ah, ill their watch they keep,
For soon their eyelids close,
And when their Lord returned, in sleep
Those weary men repose;
"Awake," He said, "make prayerful call,
Lest ye before the tempter fall."
Thrice did the Master pray,
That God His Son would save;
But heaven in silence turned away,
And earth no comfort gave;
And still the worn disciples slept
While Christ alone the vigil kept.
O soul of mine, awake!
Cast off thy careless sleep;
To God Thy prayer for succour make
And earnest vigil keep;
And learn, whate'er His will may be,
To do that will is best for thee.
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|Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #24||The solemn feast was spent||The solemn feast was spent||John Brownlie||6,6,8,6,8,8||1920|