When my love to Christ grows weak
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane.

There I walk amid the shades,
While the ling'ring twilight fades
See that suff’ring, friendless One,
Weeping, prayıng there alone.

When my love for man goes weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calváry I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe.

There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter Tree;
See his anguish, see his faith,
Love triumphant still in death.

Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.

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