| My Jesus, I would ne??? |
| er forget,
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| That hour I spent with Thee;
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| When there I saw Thy bloody sweat
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| In dark Gethsemane.
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| I??? |
| ll ne??? |
| er forget, I??? |
| ll ne??? |
| er forget,
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| I??? |
| ll ne??? |
| er forgetful be,
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| When there I saw Thy bloody sweat
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| In dark Gethsemane.
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| ???Twas in that olive grove I felt
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| That Thou hadst died for me;
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| Alas, how great I saw my guilt
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| While in Gethsemane.
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| I thought of how Thy heart did throb,
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| While??? |
| all??? |
| Thine own did flee,
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| And left Thee with the cruel mob,
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| In sad Gethsemane.
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| ???Twas there I felt my grief and shame
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| In oft forsaking Thee,
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| How precious was Thy very Name
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| In dear Gethsemane.
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| Should e??? |
| er our love to Thee grow cold,
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| And we forgetful be,
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| We??? |
| ll call to mind Thy love untold
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| While in Gethsemane. |