A sacred hymn with text by Mark Fotheringham below.  Watch on YouTube: Gethsemane, Garden Lovely

Gethsemane, garden lovely. Moonlight filters through o'erhanging trees,

There revealing our blessed Savior, having fallen down upon His knees.

Pleading "May this cup, Father, from me pass. But Thy will be done at last."

Golgotha’s Hill, cold and lonely, whispers still of sacrifice and love,

Where the Savior gave up His life for us and for those who waited up above.

Though He suffered sore, He forgave the more, and thus opened heaven's door.

Hewn from the stone, tomb of sorrow, held the body of The Crucified.

Now His mortal work was completed, and His love for all men satisfied.

Though he died for men, yet He rose again, and repentance justified.