See how, in that hour of darkness,
Battling with the evil power,
Agonies untold assail Him,
On His soul the arrows shower;
And the gardens flowers are wet
With the drops of bloody sweat
From His anguished frame distilling—
Our redemption thus fulfilling.
When the commission appointed by the Danish king was revising his hymn-book, Kingo pleaded that his Lenten hymns might be retained. Among the most soul-stirring of these in the famous hymn, “Over Kedron Jesus treadeth.” In its original form it contained fourteen stanzas. Although objective in character, Kingo’s hymns never fail to make a strong personal appeal. Witness, for example, the following from his Good Friday hymn:
On my heart imprint Thine image,