Gethsemane

(David Cooley)

Praise to You, Most Holy One

Greet Your servant and Your Son

I come before You on my knees

In the Garden of Gethsemane

Father, hear my plea

Take this cup from me

Yet, not my will but Yours be done

My heart beats heavy in my breast

Weighed down by anguish and distress

For I must face my death alone

Clothed in only fragile flesh and bone

By Your mighty hand

The sea would turn to sand

Father, take this cup from me

Abba, Father take Your son

I place my life into Your hands

That Your name be glorified

I will become the Lamb, a perfect sacrifice

Freely, my life I give

That all mankind may live

Father, may Your will be done!

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