A voice upon the midnight air

Verse 1

A voice upon the midnight air, Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray, Weeps forth in agony of prayer, "O Father, take this cup away."

Verse 2

Ah! Thou who sorrowest unto death, We conquer in Thy mortal fray; And earth for all her children saith, "O God, take not this cup away."

Verse 3

O Lord of sorrow, meekly die: Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe; Thy Name refresh the mourner's sigh, Thy peace revive the faint and low.

Verse 4

Great Chief of faithful souls, arise: None else can lead the martyr-band, Who teach the brave how peril flies, When faith, unarmed, lifts up the hand.

Verse 5

O King of earth, the cross ascend; O'er climes and ages 'tis Thy throne: Where'er Thy fading eye may bend, The desert blooms, and is Thine own.

Verse 6

Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray: Make but one fold below, above; And when we go the last lone way, O give the welcome of Thy love. Amen.