Thy Will Be Done

"Sit ye here while I go and pray," we heard the Master say,
And with just a few He walked away.
"Sorrow heavy fills my soul, even unto death.
"Will ye tarry here and watch with me?"

Then He went a little further, fell upon His face and prayed,
"Oh, Father, if it can be, take away this cup from me!
"Yet not as I will, but Thy will be done."

He returned unto us and found our spirits strong,
But flesh was weak, and heavy eyes were closed.
"Sleepest thou? Why sleepest ye? Rise up and pray!
"Couldst thou not an hour watch with me?"

Again He came, again we slept, so He prayed on alone,
"Father, if Thou wilt, remove this cup from me!"
Then from heav'n and angel came, and gave Him strength to meet the pain,
"Oh, Father, Thy will be done."

In agony on through the night, He prayed more earnestly.
Great drops of blood from every pore did fall as He unlocked the door to immortality.
For all the world.... for me!

Though He fain would have passed the cup,
To do Thy will, He drank it up, ever doing what was asked of Him,
Oh, that I could be like Him --
Always saying, "Thy will be done!"