In the garden
Gethsemane
He prepared for Calvary
Where He would suffer-in agony-for us all
In the garden
While disciples slept
Jesus prayed and Jesus wept
Great drops of blood
Mixed with His sweat-from His brow would fall-would fall
Father let this cup pass from me
But not my will but thine
I will obey what you say
For your will is mine
In the garden
By dark of night
They took Him by strength of might
He would not let His disciples fight for He knew
This was the way
That it had to be
He must die on Calvary
To pay our price
To set us free this thing He must do must do
In the garden
He was betrayed
By a kiss that Judas made
Thirty pieces of silver was paid for God's Son
The price was small
But the cost was high
Son of God for man would die
Paid our ransom
So by and by
To Him we could come could come