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/ Gethsemane, how oft, grown dim, / With bleeding hearts, unpardoned sin, / A Cross with pearls, and gems inlaid, / God's gift of love, the price prepaid.
These precious pearls were once a tear, / Repentant sighs, a hope, a fear, / But rough seas washed and jewels grew / Until the Cross was pearly hue.
Unnumbered are the pearls and fair, / If burdens of the weary share; / And deeply wrought with threads of gold, / If smiles of peace suppress our woe.
To help Thee, Christ, in saving world, / Forgetting self is rarest pearl, / That brightly glows when righting wrong, / Assisting souls in Thee grow strong.
The Cross that Thou so freely bare / Is covered o'er with pearls of prayer; / On Cross of Love all hopes are stayed, / Each time it's kissed a pearl's inlaid.