From the Garden to the Cross - a cappella hymn

From the Garden to the Cross
Matthew 26:39
In the Garden, sore oppressed,
Jesus uttered this request:
Father if it so may be,
Let this cup depart from me!
Judas, now, with traitor kiss,
Gives Him to His enemies!
See that wild and noisy crowd,
They will kill the Son of God!
Now, the Jewish council try,
And resolve that He shall die!
He, of witness false, the prey,
Is, to Pilate, led away!
Robe and crown, in mockery,
And the taunting soldiers, see!
See Him, now, on Calv’ry’s road,
Sinking ‘neath His heavy load!
View Him, now, upon the cross,
Us to save from endless loss!
Dying, there, upon the tree -
Dying, there for you and me!
In the garden, how He moaned,
Weeping, there, so bitterly!
Yet, the awful cup, would drink,
For you and me!
Lyrics E. R. Latta, Music J. E. Thomas
Recording Copyright 2021, Jady Stevens