VIGIL
And when they had sung an hymn, |
Sit here, while I pray
Never the less, not my will but Thine be done My soul is sorrowful unto death And he went forward a little,
And again he went away, and prayed, and spake the same words. I hate this And he cometh the third time, and saith unto them, Sleep on now .
maybe they didn't know what to say or do ? i know i wouldn't have. maybe they were full, what with the meal, your prayers, all that had happened. your night isn't over yet, and neither was theirs. Well I know that you would love to go to heaven they, anwered we, simply so afraid,
that they and we couldn't simply be withyou ?
And as soon as he was come, And they laid their hands on him, and took him. And they all forsook him, and fled.
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