- Come let’s unto Jesus attend,
At Garden Getsemane;
Where in deeper supplications,
Mercies of God His plea.
- Behold the sacred head He bow’d,
Deeply and sore depress’d;
Our sins with agony He bore,
Iniquities of men.
- Wretched sinners! Thy Lord behold,
Savior! Immaculate;
Forsaken of Father above.
Rejecteth sake of thee.
- Will thou un-repent on Him gaze,
Embracing yet thy sin?
Mercies day here and passing bye,
Mercies day shall be gone. Amin.