1 Cold Gethsemane! the sweat and tears,
Witnessed by thee, from Him
Who came to save and calm our fears,
And bring us back to heaven.

2 The thought of that sad hour– the day,
So chill, the night so cold,
Th'amazing grief that on Him lay,
Might well amaze my soul.

3 They all forsake Him now, weak men
Alas! men always do,
Forsake their God, always– ah then,
Can sinful man be true!

4 How shall I Thee require, my Lord,
For all Thy grief and pain,
How magnify Thy gracious word,
Or how, extend Thy fame?

5 I'll take the cup of blessing now,
And drink before Thy face,
And sound throughout the world below,
The wonders of Thy grace.

AMEN.