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On a high mountain, dark olive trees
Song
1. On a high mountain of dark olive trees, ; Jesus thus prayed to his blessed holy father: ; The pains that lie before me, ; If it were possible, they would depart from me. ; ; 2. My soul may well be ready to die, ; But the weakness of the body is great. ; As by my father's will, ; May his will be done. ; ; 3. My disciples, therefore, beware, ; That no ghost come upon you. ; Let your fervent prayers ascend to heaven, ; For you know that an enemy is coming upon us.