Thou Sweet Gliding Cedron, by Thy Silver Stream

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

Hymn 288
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1. Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream,
Our Savior at midnight, when Cynthia's pale beam
Shone bright on the waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.

Chorus.
Come saints and adore him, come bow at his feet,
Oh! give him the glory, the praise that is meet,
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

2. How damp were the vapors that fell on his head,
How hard was his pillow—how humble his bead,
The angels astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.

3. Oh garden of Olivet, dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love.