All paths that have been, or shall be,
Pass somewhere through Gethsemane.
All those who journey, soon or late,
Must pass within the garden’s gate;
Must kneel alone in darkness there,
And battle with some fierce despair
So wrote Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) an American author and poet. The whole poem is considerably longer, but no less beautiful.
There is one point on which I disagree with this beautiful set of lines: I believe we do not kneel alone in the darkness, or battle singly with despair. I believe that Someone knelt there once for all of us, and each time we find ourselves weeping in a Gethsemane of our own, He is there beside us. He knows how to strengthen and comfort us. He has felt our sorrows and wept our tears.
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Scores
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*also available in the "What I Believe" songbook.
Lyrics
Come to the garden, in the darkness
Where Jesus came and knelt to pray
To bear our grief, to carry all our sadness
To pay the debt He alone could pay
Come to the garden, in the darkness
Where Jesus sorrowed for our sin
And offered up His sinless soul to save us
Come tarry here, and watch one hour with Him
Chorus:
He bled to bind our wounds and wipe away our tears
He suffered all the anguish of mankind
He wept for every heartache we will ever know
His tears were yours; His tears were mine
Come to the garden, in the darkness
Where Jesus wrought His Father's will
To claim the souls His blood alone could purchase
To free us all from the chains of hell
There in garden, in the darkness
Where Jesus drank the bitter cup
The pain of our iniquity and weakness
Was swallowed up in His perfect love
(Repeat chorus)
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Recordings
MP3 Recording by James Loynes
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This song is part of the "Praise to the Lord" cantata.
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