1 My Saviour once for all,
In the garden, He did pray;
Drops of blood rolled down,
Oh take this cup away;
"Not my will, but Thine,"
These words He plainly said
For He knew that on the morrow,
He'd be numbered with the dead.
2 With lanterns and with torches,
With weapons for the fight;
They came and took my Jesus
Upon that lonely night;
They mocked Him, and they scoffed Him,
My Lord so good and true;
He bore it all with patience,
Oh sinner, it was for you.
3 There were no dear ones with Him,
The disciples had all fled;
Burdened with the cross
Up the hillside He was led;
The nails were then sent crushing
Through nerve, flesh, and bone;
Oh sinner, won't you hear Him,
Or is your heart of stone?
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #982