In the garden where He knelt to pray
Beads of blood fell from His face
Dignity would soon be gone
A violent death was soon to come
Still He found the words to say
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours be done
In the garden where He knelt alone
A king departed from His throne
His friends began to fall away
Oh the sting to be betrayed
Still He found the words to say
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours be done
In the garden where the soldiers came
He was traded for a few months pay
A crowd of hundreds sent for one
A mob set out to kill the son
He knew there was no other way
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Take this cup from me
Take this suffering
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Despite this suffering
Despite this agony
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours
Despite this suffering
Despite this agony
Not my will but Yours
Not my will but Yours be done
Not my will but Yours be done
Not my will but Yours be done

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