When My Love To Christ Grows Weak

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.

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