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Markus 14:36

Lukas 22:42

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Matius 26:42

• [Mat 26:42] Jesus, While Our Hearts Are Bleeding

  Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding O’er the spoils that death has won, We would at this solemn meeting Calmly say, “Thy will be done.” Though cast down, we’re not forsaken, Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken; Blessèd Lord, “Thy will be done.” Though today we’re filled with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With Thy smiles and love returning, We can sing, “Thy will be done.” By Thy hands the boon was given; Thou hast taken but Thine own; Lord of earth, and God of Heaven, Evermore, “Thy will be done.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yeremia 25:15-38

• [Yer 25:30] Battle Hymn Of The Republic

  Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; “As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free; [originally …let us die to make men free] While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 14:36

• [Mrk 14:36] Low In Thine Agony

  Low in Thine agony, Bearing Thy cross for me, Savior divine! In the dark tempter’s hour, Quailing beneath his power, Sorrowing yet more and more, Thou dost incline. O Lord of Heav’n and earth, What sorrow unto death Dost Thou sustain? Thou dost in anguish bow: Thou art forsaken now; For me this cup of woe Thou dost now drain. In deep and trembling fears, With crying strong and tears, Now Thou dost pray. “If it be possible This cup so terrible, Father most merciful, Take it away.” “Yet, Lord, Thy will be done; Lo, I, Thine only Son, This cup will drink.” O wondrous love of Thine, Unspeakable, divine; To save this soul of mine Thou wilt not shrink. Savior, give me to share Thy lowly will and prayer In all my woe; In my soul’s agony Let me resemble Thee; An angel strengthening me, Let me, too, know. Thy soul its travail saw, And in its heavy woe Was satisfied. So let Thy sorrow, Lord, Fullness of joy afford, To life and God restored, Through Him Who died.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Lukas 22:42

• [Luk 22:42] Night, With Ebon Pinion

  Night, with ebon pinion, brooded o’er the vale; All around was silent, save the night wind’s wail, When Christ, the Man of Sorrows, In tears, and sweat, and blood, Prostrate in the garden, raised His voice to God. Smitten for offenses which were not His own, He, for our transgressions, had to weep alone; No friend with words to comfort, Nor hand to help was there, When the Meek and Lowly humbly bowed in prayer. “Abba, Father, Father, if indeed it may, Let this cup of anguish pass from Me, I pray; Yet, if it must be suffered, by Me, Thine only Son, Abba, Father, Father, let Thy will be done.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal