01.12. Excerpt3 - Gethsemane, Gethsemane

Excerpt3 - Gethsemane, Gethsemane

Gethsemane. Gethsemane.
Where Jesus groaned to set me free.
Way back there in eternity
He planned salvation full and free
For sinners such as you and me.

He felt hell’s billows o’er Him roll;
They should have crushed my guilty soul.
He knew the ransom must be paid,
That on a cross He must be laid,
Deserted by His chosen few,
Deserted by His Father, too.

His depth of anguish who can tell
As He was buffeted by hell.
He had planned to die alone! Alone!
And turn that Cross into a Throne.
In pain He groaned for cruel hours,
Not for His own sins, *but for ours.*

The greatest purchase ever made
Was when His priceless blood was paid,
When sinless Jesus crucified
Gave up the ghost, in anguish died.
This caused a panic all through hell,
And every demon had to tell
That Satan suffered full defeat
And from that hour beat a retreat.

To see that on the Cross He laid
The everlasting ransom paid!
There on that dread Calvary
Death, sin and hell were crushed for me.
"It is finished," was His cry,
Death and hell had no reply!

In glorious majesty He rose
Triumphing over all His foes.
Angels chanted, "Here’s the King,
"Ope the gates and let Him in."
King of glory! King of Peace!
Let Him give thy soul release.
Victory He now offers thee
For time and all eternity.