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THY WILL BE DONE
Gethsemane! Gethsemane!
How dark a night sawest thou
When the Lord of love in human pain
His sorrow did recount.
Oh! Take this cup, I cannot drink
Pass me by this trying hour;
In deep agony the Lord did cry
Who once did frame the morning star.
All things with Thee are possible
I question not Thy power
Thou the God, with none compares
Thou art able, this cup to remove far.
And yet, O Father, Not my will
Thy Will Be Done in me
This burden will me draw to the grave
That the earth Thy glory may see.
All heavens rejoiced and sang the praise
Of the one who lowly bowed,
His head in meekness to His Lord
So mankind from Sin would be bought.
His obedience unto death me rescued
From chains that had me bound
From sin and darkness delivered me
I’m now the Redeemed of the Lord!
Gethsemane! Gethsemane!
O, what light thou didst see
When the Lord of love on that dark night
Didst conquer His will on His knee!
Bring me forever to yield to His purpose
Let my every thought be tried;
At the foot of the cross my life be laid,
Where the King of Kings for me gladly died.
If tested by fire I must be
Or deep in the waters my portion be
Let nothing from me the confidence take
That my God with His perfect plan doth for me wait.
Gethsemane! Gethsemane!
O, teach me each day to say
On bended knee, THY WILL BE DONE
In me dear Lord, be it night or day.
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2002 by Radhika Hannah Ananthan
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