In the Garden Gethsemane

by Lowell M. Durham, Jr.

In the Garden Gethsemane,

Our Savior bled from every pore,

And in his prayer remembered me.

Then flung wide open death’s dark door

And lo, I am with you alway,

To follow thee, to follow thee.

My soul to heaven you will lift

And guide my heart so gently to

Remember that atoning gift.

Wash thou my heart, my soul is new.

And lo, you are with me alway,

To shelter me, to shelter me.

My Savior, thou hast blessed us here.

And with your noble sacrifice,

Have beaten death and conquered fear.

A gracious gift, my heart suffice.

And lo, I am with you alway,

I follow thee, I follow thee.