Luke 22:44:
"And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground."
Through the silvery sprays of the olive tree
No star-gemmed scepter or crown it reveals,
In the solemn shade of Gethsemane.
Only a form of prostrate grief,
Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf!
Oh, think of His sorrow, that we may know
The depth of love in the depth of woe!
Behold, your King, with sorrow crowned,
Alone, alone in the valley is He!
The shadows of death are gathering round,
And the cross must follow Gethsemane.
Darker and darker the gloom must fall,
Filled is the cup, He must drink it all!
Oh, think of His sorrow, that we may know,
His wondrous love in His wondrous woe!
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
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