The Seed Prayer of All Prayers
Bathed round about by moonlit air,
Beneath the olive tree,
Our Savior knelt alone in prayer;
Sore spent was He.
And solemn through the moonlit air
The prayer of prayers arose;
But what it cost to pray that prayer
No mortal knows.
Only our hearts within us know
When they most broken be,
To that same garden we must go-
And only one prayer meets our need,
We learn to pray it there;
The prayer of all true prayers the seed,
Our Savior's prayer.