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| When My Love To Christ |
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| When My love to Christ grows weak, |
| When for deeper faith I seek |
| Then in thought I go to Thee |
| Garden of Gethsemane |
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| There I walk amid the shades |
| While the lingering twilight fades. |
| See that suffering friendless one |
| Weeping, praying there alone. |
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| When My love for man grows weak |
| When for stronger faith seek |
| Hill of Calvary I go |
| To thy scenes of fear and woe. |
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| There behold His agony, |
| Suffered on the bitter tree; |
| See His anguish, see His faith; |
| Love triumphant still in death |
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| Then to life I turn again |
| Learning all the worth of pain. |
| Learning all the might that lies |
| In a full self-sacrifice. |
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