Jesus prayed in the garden and poured out His heart for me There has been no love shown my mortal as in dark Gethsemane
He could have chosen not to suffer treatment of the cruelest kind But the lips of my pure Savior uttered not my will but thine.
Jesus prayed in the Garden, he prayed oh (repeated)
Let me tell you what he went through You know he really didn't have to He could have easily just walked away Then he said "not my will but thine"
And they took them and they beat him and they mocked him and teased him The people kept a cryin "We gotta crucify Him" "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" Yet he said "not my will but thine"
Jesus died on Calvary, he died oh (repeated)
Well they hung him there in anger searchin' for some relief They nailed him there in public right between the two thiefs He tasted human torture of the cruelest kind But yet he said "not my will but thine"
Some were laughin', some were cryin' some were happy at his dyin' I don't see, I can't see how could this ever be? Poor Jesus as he hung on the tree he said "Not my will but thine"