by [email protected] » Wed Mar 31, 2021 4:42 pm
I think this is the one. Word by B.B. McKinney.
1:
'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.
Chorus:
'Neath the old olive trees,
'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.
2:
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."
3:
May my song ever be
Of the love proffered 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.
I think this is the one. Word by B.B. McKinney.
1:
'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.
Chorus:
'Neath the old olive trees,
'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.
2:
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."
3:
May my song ever be
Of the love proffered 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.