Scripture Verse

He prayed…and His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. Luke 22:41–44


Charles H. Gabriel (1856–1932)

Words & Mu­sic: Charles H. Ga­bri­el, in Prais­es, by Ed­win O. Ex­cell (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: E. O. Ex­cell, 1905) (🔊 pdf nwc).


I stand am­azed in the pre­sence
Of Je­sus the Na­za­rene,
And won­der how He could love me,
A sin­ner, con­demned, un­clean.


O how mar­vel­ous! O how won­der­ful!
And my song shall ever be:
O how mar­vel­ous! O how won­der­ful!
Is my Sav­ior’s love for me!

For me it was in the gar­den
He prayed: Not My will, but Thine.
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.


In pi­ty an­gels be­held Him,
And came from the world of light
To com­fort Him in the sor­rows
He bore for my soul that night.


He took my sins and my sor­rows,
He made them His ve­ry own;
He bore the bur­den to Cal­va­ry,
And suf­fered and died alone.


When with the ran­somed in glo­ry
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ag­es
To sing of His love for me.