408 WHEN MY LOVE TO CHRIST GROWS WEAK

When my love to Christ grows weak

When for deeper faith I seek

Then in thought I go the Thee

Garden of Gethsemane

There I walk amid the shades

While the lingering twilight fades

See that sufferi ng, friendless One

Weeping, praying there alone

When my love for man grows weak

When for stronger faith I seek

Hill of Calvary, I go

To thy scenes of fear and woe

There behold His agony

Suffered on the bitter tree

See His anguish, see His faith

Love triumphant still in death

Then to life I turn again

Learning all the worth of pain

Learning all the might that lies

In a full self-sacrifice