My Jesus, I would ne´er forget

1. My Jesus, I would ne’er forget,
that hour I spent with Thee;
when there I saw Thy bloody sweat
in dark Gethsemane.
I’ll ne’er forget, I’ll ne’er forget,
I’ll ne’er forgetful be,
when there I saw Thy bloody sweat
in dark Gethsemane.

2. ’Twas in that olive grove I felt
that Thou hadst died for me;
alas, how great I saw my guilt
while in Gethsemane.
I´ll ne´er forget...

3. I thought of how Thy heart did throb,
while all Thine own did flee,
and left Thee with the cruel mob,
in sad Gethsemane.
I´ll ne´er forget...

4. ’Twas there I felt my grief and shame
in oft forsaking Thee,
how precious was Thy very name
in dear Gethsemane.
I´ll ne´er forget...

5. Should e’er our love to Thee grow cold,
and we forgetful be,
we’ll call to mind Thy love untold
while in Gethsemane.
I´ll ne´er forget...