101. Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth

1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth
To His passion for us all;
Ev'ry human eye be weeping,
Tears of bitter grief let fall!
Round His spirit flock the foes,
Place their shafts and bend their bows,
Aiming at the Saviour solely,
While the world forsakes Him wholly.

2 See Him anguish-stricken falling
Prostrate, and with struggling breath,
Three times on His Father calling,
Praying that the bitter death
And the cup of doom may go:
Still He cries, in all His woe:
"Not My will, but Thine, O Father,"
And the angels round Him gather.

3 See how, in that hour of darkness,
Battling with the evil power,
Agonies untold assail Him,
On His soul the arrows shower;
All the garden flowers are wet
With the drops of bloody sweat
From His anguished frame distilling--
Our redemption thus fulfilling.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Over Kedron Jesus treadeth
Title: Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth
Author: Thomas Kingo (1689)
Translator: J. Jeffery
Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 7 7, 8 8.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1937
Topic: Church Year: Holy Week; Holy Week; Holy Thursday (2 more...)
Tune Information
Name: FRÄLSTA VÄRLD! I NÅDENS UNDER
Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 7 7, 8 8.
Key: B♭ Major
Source: Koralbok, 1697.



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