This text was written in 1991 for our Lenten worship at Grace Lutheran Church in Middletown, Connectictut, where I served as pastor from 1985-2000. It is set to the tune CONSOLATION.
1. Our Lord a prayerful vigil kept
Within an olive grove;
Three chosen friends in weakness slept
While fervently He strove.
2. His solitary figure lies
With face upon the ground,
And to His holy Father cries
In sorrow so profound:
3. "My Father, if there yet may be
A way this cup be shunned,
Then let this suff'ring pass from Me--
Your will, not Mine, be done."
4. The anguish of His soul unknown,
His sweat, like drops of blood;
Sin's burden bearing all alone,
An overwhelming flood!
5. A torch-lit mob His vigil ends
With sign that none could miss:
A friend still loyalty pretends,
Betraying with a kiss.
6. The Son of Man is led away
By those with club and sword;
The pow'rs of darkness have their prey!
Will no one help afford?
7. The timeless plan has now begun
Unfolding as it should--
The Father offers up His Son
To suffer for our good.