On that portentous night in far Gethsemane
Not one was found to watch and pray with thee.
Oh, fatal lethargy of false, material sense
That could not give this single evidence
Of love and loyalty.
Had those thou loved but watched with true fidelity,
They had discerned thy glorious destiny;
Above the mist of sorrow, bitterness, and loss,
Beheld the radiant import of the cross—
Triumphant Calvary!
Today—the crucial hour for all humanity,
When heavy lies the yoke of tyranny—
May those who over Israel their vigil keep,
With patience watch, and slumber not nor sleep
In our Gethsemane.
