Gethsemane - Carl Smith

On the hillside so lonely knelt Jesus one day

So wounded and worried he went there to pray

My friends there forsaken so lonely he feels

To heaven he’s crying in helpless up here

But the golden day has broken in old Gethsemane

The mourner orphans singing the songs of victory

There’s a new highway to glory the road that Jesus try

With a halo we’re traveling the pathway too far

On the hillside in garden such suffering I see

In humble submission he’ll make honest plea

His blood streams of thirsty comes sinner be true

His cheeks are all crimson for me and for you

But the golden day has broken…