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Dark was the night, and cold the ground
On which the lord was laid;
His sweat like drops of blood ran down;
In agony he prayed.

"father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up
Thy pleasure i fulfill."

Go to the garden, sinner, see
Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.

Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy father's will obey;
And when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.