Betrayal

1A-mong the mount-ain trees The winds were whispering low, And night's ten thou -sand har -mo -nies Were har-mo -nies of woe; A voice of grief was on the gale, It came from Ked-ron's gloomy vale.

2It was the Saviour's prayer That on the silence broke,
Imploring strength from heaven to bear The sin-avenging stroke;
As in Gethsemane he knelt, And pangs unknown his bosom felt.

3The final starlight shone In dim and misty gleams;
Deep was his agonizing groan, And large the vital streams
Which trickled to the dewy sod, While Jesus raised his voice to God.

4The chosen three that stood Their mighty Lord to keep,
Left him through sorrow's deep to wade, And gave themselves to sleep;
Strangely forgetful of his woe, And pangs that lay before to know.

5Along the streamlet's bank The reckless traitor came,
And heavy on his bosom sank The load of guilt and shame;
Ye unto those who waited nigh, He gave the Lamb of God to die!

6Among the mountain trees The winds were whispering low,
And night's ten thousand harmonies Were harmonies of woe;