But the will of God was done,
In the garden, on that night,
And He rose in all the might
Of the well-beloved Son.
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Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,—
Wake from slumber, hear Him pray,
All thy griefs are borne away,
By His agony, untold.
But the will of God was done,
In the garden, on that night,
And He rose in all the might
Of the well-beloved Son.
Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,—
Wake from slumber, hear Him pray,
All thy griefs are borne away,
By His agony, untold.