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Daily Thought

A Hymn for Holy Week

by D. N. Keane

I enter now Gethsemane

And I behold Thee weep.

I come to watch and pray with Thee:

Save me, O Lord, from sleep.

My flesh cries for indulgence now:

Why didst Thou bring me here?

For Egypt do I long, not Thou!

Why is Thy love severe?

And when the World with spear and stave

Hast come to take Thee hence,

I flee from Thee, myself to save,

When Thou art my defense.

The Tempter through the Garden slinks

And whispers soothing words.

The bitter cup the Master drinks

And for the battle girds.

Behold, the hour is now at hand,

And I am found asleep.

Thou art betrayed, as God hath planned,

And we have fled like sheep.

What we cannot, Thou must achieve,

For Thou art our relief.

With tears I say, ‘Lord, I believe;

Help Thou my unbelief’.

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