1 Night, with ebon pinion
Brooded o’er the vale;
All around was silent,
Save the night-wind’s wail,
When Christ, the Man of Sorrows,
In tears and sweat and blood,
Prostrate in the garden,
Raised His voice to God.
2 Smitten for offenses
Which were not His own,
He for our transgressions,
Had to weep alone;
No friend with word to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there,
When the Meek and Lowly
Humbly bowed in pray'r.
3 Abba, Father, Father,
If indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish
Pass from me, I pray;
Yet, if it must be suffered,
By Me, Thine only Son,
Abba, Father, Father,
Let Thy will be done.
Source: The New Wonderful Songs for Work and Worship #261