O Savior! when Thy loving hand
Has brought us o’er the sea,
Through perils many, safe to land—
The land we longed to see.

Oh, help us, for Thy help we need
Each moment more and more
In perils that we scarcely heed,
More deadly, on the shore.

Lord, save us! and the Christian name
Oh, help us pure to keep,
On sea or land, alike the same,
Till we in death shall sleep.

Then through Thy merits, washed and clean
From sin’s polluting stain,
In raiment white may we be seen
With all Thy saints to reign.

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.

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O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!

For me it was in the garden
He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.

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In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.

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He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
And suffered and died alone.

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When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.

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Night, with ebon pinion, brooded o’er the vale;
All around was silent, save the night wind’s wail,
When Christ, the Man of Sorrows,
In tears, and sweat, and blood,
Prostrate in the garden, raised His voice to God.

Smitten for offenses which were not His own,
He, for our transgressions, had to weep alone;
No friend with words to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there,
When the Meek and Lowly humbly bowed in prayer.

“Abba, Father, Father, if indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish pass from Me, I pray;
Yet, if it must be suffered, by Me, Thine only Son,
Abba, Father, Father, let Thy will be done.”

Sion’s daughter, weep no more,
Though thy troubled heart be sore;
He of Whom the psalmist sung,
He Who woke the prophet’s tongue,
Christ, the Mediator blest,
Brings thee everlasting rest.

In a garden man became
Heir of sin, and death, and shame;
Jesus in a garden wins
Life, and pardon for our sins;
Through His hour of agony
Praying in Gethsemane.

There for us He intercedes;
There with God the Father pleads;
Willing there for us to drain
To the dregs the cup of pain,
That in everlasting day
He may wipe our tears away.

Therefore to His Name be giv’n,
Glory both in earth and Heav’n;
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honor, praise and glory be
Now and through eternity.

Lord, through this holy week of our salvation,
Which Thou hast won for us who went astray,
In all the conflict of Thy sore temptation,
We would continue with Thee day by day.

We would not leave Thee, though our weak endurance
Make us unworthy here to take our part;
Yet give us strength to trust the sweet assurance
That Thou, O Lord, art greater than our heart.

Thou didst forgive Thine own who slept for sorrow,
Thou didst have pity, O have pity now,
And let us watch through each sad eve and morrow
With Thee, in holy prayer and solemn vow.

Along that sacred way where Thou art leading,
Which Thou didst take to save our souls from loss,
Let us go also, till we see Thee pleading
In all prevailing prayer upon Thy cross.

Until Thou see Thy bitter travail’s ending,
The world redeemed, the will of God complete,
And, to Thy Father’s hands Thy soul commending,
Thou lay the work He gave Thee at His feet.