Gethsemane

My Jesus, I would ne'er forget,

That hour I spent with Thee;

When there I saw Thy bloody sweat

In dark Gethsemane.

(Refrain)

I'll ne'er forget, I'll ne'er forget,

I'll ne'er forgetful be,

When there I saw Thy bloody sweat

In dark Gethsemane.

'Twas in that olive grove I felt

That Thou hadst died for me;

Alas, how great I saw my guilt

While in Gethsemane.

(Refrain)

Christ In Gethsemane

Hermann Clementz

I thought of how Thy heart did throb,

While "all" Thine own did flee,

And left Thee with the cruel mob,

In sad Gethsemane.

(Refrain)

'Twas there I felt my grief and shame

In oft forsaking Thee,

How precious was Thy very name

In dear Gethsemane.

(Refrain)

Should e'er our love to Thee grow cold,

And we forgetful be,

We'll call to mind Thy love untold

While in Gethsemane.

(Refrain)

Garden of Gethsemane

Jerusalem, Israel

"Gethsemane"

A song inspired by a visit to Gethsemane

Written by Edward P. Hammand

(1866)

Music by Asa Hall

(1869)