THE MOUNT OF OLIVES

Where did He spend the hours of that last night?

The Mount of Olives where He had valued life

And with His Father had joy that was divine;

Gethsemane: there His will must collide

With Satan's will to swerve Him from the right.

Yet if there lay before Him hours of strife

And grief more fierce that any can indite

His soul recoiled but Christ would not resile.

The enemy might try each thwart device:

He could not touch the dignity of Christ.

Before fire touched the offering in the types

The water proved the sacrifice refined.

Bertie, our neighbour, in the winter