Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1853
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: Among the mountain trees
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: PM
Tune:
Hymn Number: Song 387
Page Number: 443, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAMONG the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe.
A voice of grief was on the gale,
It came from Kedron's gloomy vale.
It was the Saviour's prayer
That on the silence broke,
Imploring strength from heav'n to bear
The sin-avenging stroke,
As in Gethsemane he knelt,
And pangs unknown his bosom felt.
The fitful starlight shone
In dim and misty gleams,
Deep was his agonizing groan,
And large the vital streams
That trickled to the dewy sod
While Jesus rais'd his voice to God.
The chosen three that stay'd
Their nightly watch to keep,
Left him through sorrows deep to wade,
And gave themselves to sleep:
Meekly and sad he pray'd alone;
Strangely forgotten by his own.
Along the streamlet's banks
The reckless traitor came,
And heavy on his bosom sank
The load of guilt and shame;
Yet unto them that waited nigh
He gave the Lamb of God to die.
Among the mountain trees
The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies
Were harmonies of woe,
For cruel voices fill'd the gale
That came from Kedron's gloomy vale.