He prayed…and His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.@Luke 22:41-44
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Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

Charles H. Gabriel, in Praises, by Edwin O. Excell (Chicago, Illinois: 1905) ( pdf nwc).

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

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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