Jesus, while he dwelt below…

Long, but like all of Hart’s hymns, worth reading and meditating on.

From Gadsby’s Hymns #802

1 Jesus, while he dwelt below,
As divine historians say,
To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron’s brook it lay;
In this place he loved to be,
And ’twas named Gethsemane.

2 ’Twas a garden, as we read,
At the foot of Olivet,
Low, and proper to be made
The Redeemer’s lone retreat;
When from noise he would be free,
Then he sought Gethsemane.

3 Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heavenly truths he taught
Often set their hearts on flame;
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.

4 Here they oft conversing sat,
Or might join with Christ in prayer;
O what blest devotion’s that,
When the Lord himself is there!
All things to them seemed to agree
To endear Gethsemane.

5 Here no strangers durst intrude;
But the Prince of Peace could sit,
Cheered with sacred solitude,
Wrapped in contemplation sweet;
Yet how little they could see
Why he chose Gethsemane!

6 Full of love to man’s lost race,
On his conflict much he thought;
This he knew the destined place,
And he loved the sacred spot;
Therefore ’twas he liked to be
Often in Gethsemane.

7 They his followers, with the rest,
Had incurred the wrath divine;
And their Lord, with pity pressed,
Longed to bear their loads – and mine;
Love to them, and love to me,
Made him love Gethsemane.

8 Many woes had he endured,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient, and to pains inured;
But the sorest trial yet,
Was to be sustained in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane.

9 Came at length the dreadful night,
Vengeance, with its iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God;
See, my soul, thy Saviour see,
Grovelling in Gethsemane.

10 View him in that olive press,
Squeezed and wrung till ’whelmed in blood,
View thy Maker’s deep distress!
Hear the sighs and groans of God!
Then reflect what sin must be,
Gazing on Gethsemane.

11 Poor disciples, tell me now,
Where’s the love ye lately had,
Where’s the faith ye all could vow?
But this hour is too, too sad!
’Tis not now for such as ye
To support Gethsemane.

12 O what wonders love has done!
But how little understood!
God well knows, and God alone,
What produced that sweat of blood;
Who can thy deep wonders see,
Wonderful Gethsemane?

13 There my God bore all my guilt;
This through grace can be believed;
But the horrors which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceived.
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane.

14 Gloomy garden, on thy beds,
Washed by Kedron’s waters foul,
Grow most rank and bitter weeds;
Think on these, my sinful soul;
Would’st thou sin’s dominion flee,
Call to mind Gethsemane.

15 Sinners vile like me, and lost,
If there’s one so vile as I,
Leave more righteous souls to boast:
Leave them, and to refuge fly;
We may well bless that decree
Which ordained Gethsemane.

16 We can hope no healing hand,
Leprous quite throughout with sin;
Loathed incurables we stand,
Crying out, “Unclean, unclean!”
Help there’s none for such as we,
But in dear Gethsemane.

17 Eden, from each flowery bed,
Did for man short sweetness breathe;
Soon, by Satan’s counsel led,
Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death;
But of life, the healing tree
Grows in rich Gethsemane.

18 Hither, Lord, thou didst resort,
Ofttimes with thy little train;
Here would’st keep thy private court;
O confer that grace again;
Lord, resort with worthless me
Ofttimes to Gethsemane.

19 True, I can’t deserve to share
In a favour so divine;
But, since sin first fixed thee there,
None have greater sins than mine;
And to this my woeful plea,
Witness thou, Gethsemane.

20 Sins against a holy God;
Sins against his righteous laws;
Sins against his love, his blood;
Sins against his name, and cause;
Sins immense as is the sea –
Hide me, O Gethsemane!

21 Here’s my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I’ve none;
No, not one good work to plead;
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.]

22 Saviour, all the stone remove
From my flinty, frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love,
Pierce it with the blood-dipped dart;
Wound the heart that wounded thee;
Melt it in Gethsemane.

23 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Hymned by all the heavenly host
In thy shining courts above;
We poor sinners, gracious THREE,
Bless thee for Gethsemane.

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One thought on “Jesus, while he dwelt below…

  1. I struggled w/ ‘if it be possible remove this cup…’. for many years. Finally I concluded ‘this cup’ was the cup of Satan’s wrath. That, like Job (as type), Jesus (the antitype) suffered under the soul attack of Satan; unlike the attack on Job however, Satan was allowed a no holds barred attack,whereas w/ Job he was limited. The attack was so severe he was near death; Satan tried one last time to make him doubt he was the Messiah, even kill him if possible; Jesus knew the Messiah must die at Gogatha, he must be lifted up as the antitype of the brazen snake of Moses time; had he been allowed to die in the Garden of Gethsemane he knew he would not be the Messiah, if that were in fact true he would die willingly for it must have then been his Father’s will, in short he wondered, ‘is it possible I have I been mistaken?’; he was tempted to doubt he was the Messiah; he said he was near death & prayed for ” ‘this (present) cup’ to be removed if possible”. it was possible because it was not the cup of God’ s wrath. His prayer was heard (affirmatively – Heb 5:7). From that moment on he was forever done w/ Satan; he had prayed to get to the cross, not to get around, or avoid, the cup of his Father’s wrath. He drank & cried out those most wonderful words we sinners could ever hear ‘My God, my God, why …..’

    There is not one iota in all Scripture to allow him to pray for his Father to remove the cup his Father sent him to drink.

    Further more, this is the ultimate temptation that we all face, that he also faced; to wit, is Jesus truly who he claims to be? None of us have been tempted like he was in the desert; but this is truly the affirmation that he was tempted in all ways even as we were/are tempted

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