See Him In The Garden Lone

See Him in the garden lone,
Midnight darkness o’er Him;
None but God to hear His moan,
Naught but death before Him;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

All His friends forsake Him now,
None with Him are staying;
Bloody sweat upon His brow,
To His Father praying;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press treads alone.

On Him all our sins were laid,
Thro’ Him came salvation;
He for us a ransom paid,
Priceless, pure oblation.
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.

Man of sorrows! Born to grief!
For our sins atoning;
By whose stripes we find relief,
Our lost state bemoaning;
All alone! All alone!
He the wine press trod alone.

Words: Harry Sanders, 1888.
Tune:Coldrey” H. Smart, 19th C.
Meter: 76.76.67

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musings of a young Catholic aspiring to be faithful to his Lord and God Jesus Christ through His Holy Catholic Church
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