Gethsemane lay still and dark Creation watched in silent awe As Jesus suffered his Father's will To satisfy unyielding law He knelt in earnest prayer alone His friends, o'ercome with sorrow, slept Beneath the burden of grief He groaned Beneath the weight of sin He wept And with His blood so freely spent He bought my soul; He paid my debt What work of love was wrought for me In the stillness of Gethsemane "This bitter cup wilt Thou remove? Yet not My will, but Thine be done." Behold His anguish and weep anew For love of Christ, the sinless One With His wounds my own are healed My every pain o'ercome in His My shame, my weakness, my grief untold Find ransom in His priceless Gift For with His blood so freely spent He bought my soul; He paid my debt What work of love was wrought for me! In the stillness of Gethsemane