| Song | Dark Was The Night And Cold |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | Dark Was The Night And Cold |
| Theme(s) | Christ:Sufferings |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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Dark Was The Night, And Cold The Ground
On Which The Lord Was Laid:
His Sweat Like Drops Of Blood Ran Down;
In Agony He Prayed.
“Father, Remove This Bitter Cup,
If Such Thy Sacred Will;
If Not, Content To Drink It Up,
Thy Pleasure I Fulfill.”
Go To The Garden, Sinner: See
Those Precious Drops That Flow;
The Heavy Load He Bore For Thee:
For Thee He Lies So Low.
Then Learn Of Him The Cross To Bear,
Thy Father’s Will Obey;
And, When Temptations Press Thee Near,
Awake To Watch And Pray.
