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knelt—the Saviour knelt and pray'd,
 * When but His Father's eye

Look'd thro' the lonely Garden's shade,
 * On that dread agony!

The Lord of All above, beneath, Was bow'd with sorrow unto death.

The sun set in a fearful hour;
 * The heavens might well grow dim,

When this mortality had power,
 * So to o'ershadow Him!

That He who gave man's breath might know The very depths of human woe.

He knew them all!—the doubt, the strife,
 * The faint perplexing dread;

The mists that hang o'er parting life,
 * All darken'd round His head;

And the Deliverer knelt to pray— Yet pass'd it not, that cup, away!