A garden in the night,
A soul in tortured prayer;
Engulfed in sorrow all alone,
Our Savior struggles there.
He knows His hour has come
To bear the price of love.
He reaches out, His spirit drowned
In agony and blood.
"My Father, let it pass,
This darkness now begun.
But here I am, Your sacrifice,
So let Your will be done."
Lord, help us watch and pray,
Your burden gladly bear
That we may live and die like You,
Our lives a holy prayer.
