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| NEATH THE OLD OLIVE TREE
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 tree. Neath the old olive tree, Neath the old olive tree, 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 tree. 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." Neath the old olive tree, Neath the old olive tree, 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 tree. |
