# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1915_S17
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

Che Lutheran Pioneer.

A. MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

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PuBLISHED BY THE EVANGELICAL LuTHERAN SyNODICAL CoNFERENCE oF Nortu AMERICA.
REv. F. J. LANKENAU, EDITOR.

Entered at the Post Office at St. Louis, Mo., as second-class matter.

Vol. XXXVII.

ST. LOUIS, MO

-» MARCH, 1915. No. 3.

Was Christ the Savior on that night,
When He did seek relief
In sad Gethsemane.

Behold Him, stretched upon the ground,
Lying prostrate upon the ground,
Battling for the souls of men;

But in His woe doth life abound

As He suffers for our sin

In sad Gethsemane.

No martial music stirred His soul,
No battle-hymn inspired His soul,
As He fought bravely on;

But woe and misery filled His soul
As He fought bravely on

In sad Gethsemane.

No mortal hand could give Him aid,
And He sought not poor mortal aid
When He from death did shrink;
But to Almighty God He prayed
This cup He might not drink

In sad Gethsemane.

And to the will of God He stoops,

To the eternal will He stoops,

And offers up His life.

Forthwith He goes to meet the troops,
For ended is the strife

In sad Gethsemane.

Thus was a mighty vict’ry won,

Thus the greatest of battles won
Among the sons of men,

When Christ the Lord, God’s only Son,

In Sad Gethsemane.

"was in the middle of the night, one Hinselt for sin

In the dead silence of the night, In sad Gethsemane. ;
When men are wont to sleep, "

That Christ the Lord went forth to fight, There He suffered the pangs of hell,

There He conquered the king of hell
By His awful anguish;
And now in glory we may dwell,

To suffer and to weep,
In sad Gethsemane.

And oh! the horror of that night, < For that He did languish

The deep, deep sorrow of that night, In sad Gethsemane.

No man will ever know. i : “
When Christ the Lord went out to fight, Free now our souls Biron ve got of sin,
And suffer pain and woe, Free from the drea eee of sin,

In sad Gethsemane. To come before our God, Z

c And e’er praise Him, world without end,
Fierce and terrible was the fight, For the woes of Christ, our Lord,

And long and weary was the fight; In sad Gethsemane.

Filled with pain and woe and grief R: 0. L. L.