Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Thou sweet gliding Kedron by thy silver stream
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Hymn Number: 158
Page Number: 187, click to see hymnal pages
THOU sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream
Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beam
Shone bright on the waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day;
How damp were the vapors that fell on his head!
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed!
The angels astonished grew pale at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.
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!
Come saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet!
Oh! give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.