Christian Worship Angels From Heaven Strengthening Him.
Lord! in thy garden agony,
No light seemed on thy soul to break,
No form of seraph lingered nigh,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
Till, by thine own triumphant word,
The victory over, ill was won;
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard,
Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!
Lord, bring these precious moments back,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.
In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!