Gethsemane Prayer

Father, My Father the hour is come, My weary heart feels the brewing storm, Rome's Calvary to Me they hasten, In Thy presence I kneel chastened. Take Thy goblet from Me I pray, Veer me away from the devil's way, Hide Me within Thy towering pavilions, Away from Caesar's bloodthirsty minions. But not My will but Thine be done, I stand obedient to Thee a Son, Weary but willing to stand the test, If that assures salvation for the rest. So let Thine angel give Me strength, For though My bloody sweat fall at length, I'll drink this chalice of suffering still, Knowing I harken to My Father's will. To You then My breath I give, Let death be for Me a brief reprieve, And eternal life for the rest of human race, Who'll sing forever Your Amazing Grace.