When My Love To God 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 Lingering Twilight Fades
See That Suffering, Friendless One,
Weeping, Praying There Alone.

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.

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.