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“They went out into the Mount of Olives.”—J. Pierpont.
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“They went out into the Mount of Olives.”—J. Pierpont.
There's something sweet in scenes of gloom
To hearts of joy bereft,
When hope has withered in its bloom,
When friends are going to the tomb,
Or in the tomb are left.
To hearts of joy bereft,
When hope has withered in its bloom,
When friends are going to the tomb,
Or in the tomb are left.
'Tis night—a lovely night;—and, lo!
Like men in vision seen,
The Savior and his brethren go,
Silent, and sorrowful, and slow,—
Led by heaven's lamp serene,—
Like men in vision seen,
The Savior and his brethren go,
Silent, and sorrowful, and slow,—
Led by heaven's lamp serene,—
From Salem's height, o'er Kedron's stream,
To Olivet's dark steep,
There, o'er past joys, gone like a dream,
O'er future woes, that present seem,
In solitude to weep.
To Olivet's dark steep,
There, o'er past joys, gone like a dream,
O'er future woes, that present seem,
In solitude to weep.
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Heaven on their earthly hopes has frowned;
Their dream of thrones has fled;
The table, that his love has crowned,
They ne'er again shall gather round,
With Jesus at their head.
Their dream of thrones has fled;
The table, that his love has crowned,
They ne'er again shall gather round,
With Jesus at their head.
Blast not, O God, this hope of ours,
The hope of sins forgiven;—
Then, when our friends the grave devours,
When all the world around us lowers,
We'll look from earth to heaven.
The hope of sins forgiven;—
Then, when our friends the grave devours,
When all the world around us lowers,
We'll look from earth to heaven.
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