O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height.
And Olivet's brown steep,
Moves the majestic queen of night,
And throws from heaven her silver light,
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O, Holy Father, when the light Of earthly joy grows dim, May hope in Christ grow strong and bright, To all who kneel, in sorrow's night, In trust and prayer like him. An exceptionally beautiful prayer to conclude the finial stanza with.
I Am Ascending To My Father I have fallen upon my knees heavily; God cast me down, before entering that sacred spot; the Garden of Gethsemane, in the Kidron valley; among those ancient olive trees I pondered upon my pilgrimage way, their twisted arms their gnarled trunks, witnessed Jesus pass this way; .... Thus at the Garden of Gethsemane began the hope of Christianity.