| Song | Among The Mountain Trees |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | Among The Mountain Trees |
| Theme(s) | Christ:Sufferings |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Among The Mountain Trees,
The Winds Were Whispering Low,
And Night’s Ten Thousand Harmonies
Were Harmonies Of Woe;
A Voice Of Grief Was On The Gale,
It Came From Cedron’s Gloomy Vale.
It Was The Saviour’s Prayer
That On The Silence Broke,
Imploring Strength From Heaven To Bear
The Sin-Avenging Stroke,
As In Gethsemane He Knelt,
And Pangs Unknown His Bosom Felt.
The Fitful Starlight Shone
In Dim And Misty Gleams,
Deep Was His Agonizing Groan,
And Large The Vital Streams
That Trickled To The Dewy Sod,
While Jesus Raised His Voice To God.
The Chosen Three That Staid,
Their Nightly Watch To Keep,
Left Him Through Sorrows Deep To Wade,
And Gave Themselves To Sleep:
Meekly And Sad He Prayed Alone;
Strangely Forgotten By His Own.
Along The Streamlet’s Bank
The Reckless Traitor Came,
And Heavy On His Bosom Sank
The Load Of Guilt And Shame;
Yet Unto Them That Waited Nigh
He Gave The Lamb Of God To Die.
Among The Mountain Trees
The Winds Were Whispering Low,
And Night’s Ten Thousand Harmonies
Were Harmonies Of Woe;
For Cruel Voices Filled The Gale
That Came From Cedron’s Gloomy Vale.
