See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; And the gardens flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat From His anguished frame distilling-- Our redemption thus fulfilling. When the commission appointed by the Danish king was revising his hymn-book, Kingo pleaded that his Lenten hymns might be retained. Among the most soul-stirring of these in the famous hymn, "Over Kedron Jesus treadeth." In its original form it contained fourteen stanzas. Although objective in character, Kingo's hymns never fail to make a strong personal appeal. Witness, for example, the following from his Good Friday hymn: On my heart imprint Thine image, Blessed Jesus, King of grace, That life's riches, cares, and pleasures Never may Thyself efface; This the superscription be: Jesus, crucified for me, Is my life, my hope's foundation, And my glory and salvation. Other hymns of Kingo that have been translated into English include "Praise to Thee and adoration," "Dearest Jesus, draw Thou near me," "He that believes and is baptized," "O dearest Lord, receive from me," "I come, invited by Thy Word," "Softly now the day is ending," and "The sun arises now." Grundtvig, a later Danish hymn-writer, pays Kingo this tribute: "He effected a combination of sublimity and simplicity, a union of splendor and fervent devotion, a powerful and musical play of words and imagery that reminds one of Shakespeare." The Great White Host Behold a host, arrayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright, With palms they stand--who are this band Before the throne of light? Lo, these are they, of glorious fame, Who from the great affliction came, And in the flood of Jesus' blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame; Now gathered in the holy place Their voices they in worship raise, Their anthems swell where God doth dwell 'Mid angels' songs of praise. Despised and scorned, they sojourned here, But now, how glorious they appear! These martyrs stand a priestly band, God's throne forever near. So oft, in troubled days gone by, In anguish they would weep and sigh; At home above, the God of love The tears of all shall dry. They now enjoy their Sabbath rest, The paschal banquet of the blest; The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board Himself is host and guest.