Would'st thou learn the depth of sin

Would'st thou learn the depth of sin,
All its bitterness and pain,
What it cost thy God to win
Sinners to Himself again?
Come, poor sinner, come with me,
Visit sad Gethsemane.

Would'st thou know Christ's wondrous love?
Seek it not beside the throne,
List not angels' praise above,
Come, and hear the heavy groan
Utter'd by thy God for thee,
Sinner — in Gethsemane.

When His tears and bloody sweat,
When His passion, and His prayer,
When His pangs on Olivet
Wake within thee thoughts of care, —
Think what tender love for thee
Drew Him to Gethsemane!

Hate the sin that cost so dear,
Love the God that loved thee so,
Weep, but weeping watch and fear
Lest that fountain freshly flow,
That so freely once for thee
Gush'd in sad Gethsemane.