Poems (Davidson)/The Garden of Gethsemane

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THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.
Gethsemane! there's holy blood Upon thy green and waving brow;Gethsemane! a God hath stood, And o'er thy branches bended low!
There drops of agony have hung Mingled with blood upon his brow;For sin his bosom there was wrung, And there it bled for human woe.
There, in the darkest hour of night, Alone He watched, alone He prayed;Didst thou not tremble at the sight? A God reviled! a God betrayed!
Gethsemane! so dark a scene Ne'er blotted the wide book of time!Oblivion's veil can never screen So dark a deed, so black a crime!
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