WHEN MY LOVE TO CHRIST GROWS WEAK

[1]
When my love to Christ grows weak,
when for deeper faith I seek,
then in thought I go to thee,
garden of Gethsemane.

[2]
There I walk amid the shades
while the lingering twilight fades,
see that suffering, friendless one
weeping, praying there alone.

[3]
When my love for man grows weak,
when for stronger faith I seek,
hill of Calvary, I go
to thy scenes of fear and woe,

[4]
there behold his agony,
suffered on the bitter tree:
see his anguish, see his faith,
love triumphant still in death.

[5]
Then to life I turn again,
learning all the worth of pain,
learning all the might that lies
in a full self-sacrifice.

[6]
And I praise with firmer faith
Christ who vanquished pain and death,
and to Christ enthroned above
raise my song of selfless love.