04/03/2026
At the end of tonight’s Seder meal, Pastor Jay reminded us that after Jesus celebrated The Last Supper, He and the disciples went out to the garden to pray. This reminded me of an old hymn often sang in the church I attended when I lived in Sandyville. This song is one of my favorites.
The words of this hymn were written by B.B. McKinney. The words are powerful.
‘Neath The Olive Trees
‘Neath the stars of the night
Walked the Savior of light,
In the garden of dew ladened breeze; where no light could be found, Jesus knelt on the ground, there he prayed ‘neath the old olive trees.
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‘Neath the old olive trees went the savior alone on his knees; “Not my will, Thine be done,” cried the Father’s own Son as he knelt ‘neath the old olive trees.
All the sin of the world on the Savior was hurled, as He knelt in the garden alone; hear His soul burdened plea, “let this cup pass from Me, even so, not My will Thine be done.”
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May my song ever be of the love proferred me, by my Lord all alone on His knees, praise His wonderful name, He who bore all my blame, as He knelt ‘neath the old olive trees.
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