Dark was the night, and cold the ground
on which the Lord was laid;
his sweat like drops of blood ran down;
in agony he prayed.
"Father, remove this bitter cup,
if such thy sacred will;
if not, content to drink it up
thy pleasure to fulfill."
Go to the garden, sinner, see
those precious drops that flow;
the heavy load he bore for thee;
for thee he lies so low.