Gethsemane by Allyse Smith Taylor

Gethsemane lay still and dark
Creation watched in silent awe
As Jesus suffered His Father's will
To satisfy unyielding Law

He knelt in earnest prayer alone
His friends, o'ercome with sorrow, slept
Beneath the burden of grief He groaned
Beneath the weight of sin He wept

And with His blood so freely spent
He bought my soul; He paid my debt
What work of love was wrought for me
In the stillness of Gethsemane

"This bitter cup wilt Thou remove?
Yet not My will, but Thine be done."
Behold His anguish and weep anew
For love of Christ, The sinless One

With His wounds my own are healed
My every pain o'ercome in His
My shame, my weakness, my grief untold
Find ransom in His priceless Gift

For with His blood so freely spent
He bought my soul; He paid my debt
What work of love was wrought for me
In the stillness of Gethsemane

In the stillness of Gethsemane