In the garden, O my Saviour,
Did you walk alone that night,
While the sweat and tears of anguish
Tried to tell you sin was might,
While near by your loved disciples
Slept because they could not know
Of the travail you must suffer
That you might the nations show
How to travel ever upward,
How to the true stature grow?
No, you knew that God, the Father,
Was upholding with His love,
That He never could forsake you—
You this to the world must prove.
You must teach the world this lesson,
That the senses always lie.
You must lead men ever onward;
Sin and death they must decry.
If needs be through crucifixion
Men must learn they cannot die.
When we pass through this same garden,
And the night seems long and lone,
Though we seem by friends forsaken,
We by you the Way are shown;
We, too, turn unto the Father,
Rest in His sustaining love,
Know whatever is the seeming,
Faith in Him does mountains move;
Whate'er lying senses tell us
We can still our sonship prove.
