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Neath The Old Olive Tree - The Marksmen Quartet
'Neath the stars of the night
Walked the Savior of light
In the garden of dew-ladened breeze
Where no light could be found
Jesus knelt on the ground
There He prayed 'neath the old olive trees
'Neath the old olive trees
'Neath the old olive trees
Went the Savior alone on His knees
Not My will Thine be done
Cried the Father's own Son
As He prayed 'neath the old olive trees
All the sin of the world
On the Savior was hurled
As He knelt in the garden alone;
Hear His soul-burdened plea
Let this cup pass from Me
Even so not My will Thine be done
'Neath the old olive trees
'Neath the old olive trees
Went the Savior alone on His knees
Not My will Thine be done
Cried the Father's own Son
As He prayed 'neath the old olive trees
May my song ever be
Of the love proffered me
By my Lord all alone on His knees
Praise His wonderful name
He who bore all my blame
From the garden to dark
'Neath the old olive trees
'Neath the old olive trees
Went the Savior alone on His knees
Not My will Thine be done
Cried the Father's own Son
As He prayed 'neath the old olive trees
As He prayed 'neath the old olive trees
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