Gethsemane

The very name means Olive Press

And there the Lord of Glory knelt

In prayer the Father to address

And spoke of the agony he felt.

He took an awful cup for me

In that forlorn Gethsemane

And there angels must have wondered 

as mercy prayed and justice thundered

What poison dregs did fill that cup

Its sins too dark to tell

The Father's will--He took it up

And felt the pains of hell

We too, a cup of remembrance raise

And offer up a word of praise

And take the bread as he has said

 and Upon Lord Jesus Gaze

Ingimar DeRidder