Down in the Garden

1 Hushed by the shadows dark and drear,
The feathered songsters rest;
All earth in slumber doth appear,
But Christ, earth’s heav’nly Guest.

Refrain:
Down in the garden hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness on the dewy ground,
While the watchers they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.

2 With nature’s mantle, night’s dark pall,
Beneath those garden trees,
He wrestled nobly for us all,
From sin, man to release. [Refrain]

3 Sin’s loathsome weight He bore in sweat,
That oozed in bloody flow;
Ignoble shame was His, and yet
He meekly suffered so. [Refrain]

4 For sinful mortals, rich and poor,
He fought hell’s legions fierce;
Abased, He won the vict’ry sure,
Though pangs His soul did pierce. [Refrain]