Adrian Snell Gethsemane
[Jesus:]
The night is cold and quiet, my Lord
O let this cup pass from my lips
For I am so afraid.
Father, help me now I pray
Save me from this trail I have to go through
Father, I have no one but you
Save me from the pain I have to bear.
The night is cold and quiet my Lord
O let this cup pass from my lips
For I am so afraid.
The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord
O save me from a cross of wood
For I am so afraid.
O God, the time is very near
I'm going to be betrayed by a man I trusted I cannot die upon a cross
Though not my will but yours, O God my Father.
The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord
But take me to the cross of wood
It is the only way.
