  GARDEN by the brook, The brook Kedron— Olive-silvered nook, Red flowers to kneel on: There in blood and strife divine, There a Eucharist outspread, Christ gave the Father in a chalice Wine, And in His yielded Will He offered Bread. Garden on the hill, Mount Golgotha, Have you a running rill From your rocky spur? “Yea, a water from His side, Who was hanging on a Tree: Son of Man, they called Him, and He died, And is hidden in my rock with me.” |
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