In the quiet garden's plea beneath the ancient olive trees
He knelt in sorrow yet at peace embracing prophecy
Isaiah's words like whispers fade "a man of sorrows" boldly laid
Yet in His agony displayed the promise made for us
In Gethsemane's shadow a light begins to shine
For every tear He shed a promise divine
By His willing heart our chains are released
In His solitary prayer our souls find their peace
The sweat fell like drops of blood a crimson tide a holy flood
Fulfilling what the prophets said for us His sacred head bowed
In every droplet freedom's song for every sin and every wrong
The victory of love so strong was won in quiet prayer
In Gethsemane's shadow a light begins to shine
For every tear He shed a promise divine
By His willing heart our chains are released
In His solitary prayer our souls find their peace
From Eden lost to hope restored the path He chose the cross He bore
In every step He thought of us His love the final lasting cure
For in His pain we find our gain in His cries our sin's refrain
The Lamb of God for us was slain yet rose to life again
In Gethsemane's shadow a light begins to shine
For every tear He shed a promise divine
By His willing heart our chains are released
In His solitary prayer our souls find their peace
So in the garden's fading night hold fast to the coming light
For the sorrow of this holy fight brings the dawn of love's true might
In Gethsemane's promise we stand with victory in our hand
For in His suffering was planned our place beside the Lamb