The Savior in Gethsemane
Once pled, "Remove this cup from me"
Then lifted to his lips and pressed
The chalice brimmed with bitterness.
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
At times when trials overflow
My shoulders bend beneath the load
I find my faith on fallen knees
And plead, "Remove this cup from me."
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
When bitter cups are not replaced
I seek my Savior's gentle face
Like angels in Gethsemane,
He lends his strength and comforts me
The bitterness will not define
The love that lives in heart and mind
With faith and hope, I'll meekly bear
My burdens seeking grace through prayer
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done
Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done