Thou sweet smiling Kedron, by the silver stream,
Our Sav­ior would linger in moonlight’s soft beam,
And by thy bright waters, till midnight would stay,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.

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Come saints and adore Him, come bow at His feet,
O give Him the glo­ry and praise that is meet,
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

How damp were the vapors that fell on His head,
How hard was His pillow, how humble His bed,
The angels beholding, amazed at the sight,
Attended their master with solemn delight.

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O garden of Olives, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot,
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love.

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Thou soft flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream
Our Sav­ior at midnight, when Cynthia’s pale beam
Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.

How damp were the vapours that fell on his head,
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed;
The angels astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Mas­ter with solemn delight.

O garden of Olivet, dear honoured spot!
Thy name and thy wonders shall ne’er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of Sorrow! the triumph of Love!

’Twas here he engaged with the Lion of hell,
Beneath his strong arm all our enemies fell:
’Twas here he encountered with infinite Wrath,
And conquered by Love that was stronger than Death.

Come saints, and adore him, come bow at his feet;
O give him the glo­ry and praise that is meet:
Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise,
And join the grand chorus that gladdens the skies.