Down in the Garden- Jackson

Down in the Garden
George P. Jackson

Down in the Garden

Traditional Old-Time, Bluegrass Gospel;

ARTIST: George P. Jackson,  Spiritual Folk Songs of Early America

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CATEGORY: Traditional and Public Domain Gospel 

DATE: 1870s; 

RECORDING INFO: Down in the Garden

Jackson, George P.(ed.) / Spiritual Folk Songs of Early America, Dover, Sof (1964/1937), p107/# 77 [1870ca]

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SOURCES: Folk Index;

NOTES: "Down in the Garden" is a traditional folk hymn that appears in George P. Jackson's  Spiritual Folk Songs of Early America. I've found two versions from the early 1900s:


Down in the Garden- W. H. L., pub. 1911

Hushed by the shadows dark and drear,
The feathered songsters rest;
All earth in slumber doth appear,
But Christ, earth’s heav’nly Guest.

Refrain:
Down in the garden hear the mournful sound,
There in the darkness on the dewy ground,
While the watchers they were sleeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping,
Was Jesus praying, weeping.

With nature’s mantle, night’s dark pall,
Beneath those garden trees,
He wrestled nobly for us all,
From sin, man to release.

Sin’s loathsome weight He bore in sweat,
That oozed in bloody flow;
Ignoble shame was His, and yet
He meekly suffered so.

For sinful mortals, rich and poor,
He fought hell’s legions fierce;
Abased, He won the vict’ry sure,
Though pangs His soul did pierce.

Down in the Garden- Salvation Army Songs- William Booth - 1911

1. Down in the garden,
Hear that mournful sound;
There behold the Saviour weeping,
Praying on the cold, damp ground

2nd Chorus — Jesus, my Saviour,
Let me weep with Thee ;
Mercy, O Thou Son of David 
Mercy's coming down to me.


2 Alone in sorrow see Him bow,
  As all our griefs He bears ;
Not words may tell His anguish now,  
But sweat and blood and tears.

3 There prostrate on the earth He lies,
God's well-beloved Son;
But still the fainting sufferer cries,  
"Father, Thy will be done!"

4 For me He prays, I hear Him pray,
He will my soul receive.
Now, Jesus, take my sins away;  
Now, Jesus, I believe.

5 Can I forget the tears and blood
Which there He shed for me?
They flow a constant cleansing flood,  
Abundant, rich, and free.