Lord's Singing
I heard my Saviiour,
At the dark gate of Gethsemane,
A wondrous song He sang,
And sweet to remember.
He said, I am in this,
Nearer to the Cup of Calvary,
Through which salvation,
Must come to all mankind,
All alone having been deserted,
I heard my Saviour sing,
In the greatest hour of His need,
In the dark Gethsemane.
Copyright © Odu Mkwute | Year Posted 2007
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