To see the King of heaven fall In anguish to His knees The Light and Hope of all the world Now overwhelmed with grief What nameless horrors must He see To cry out in the garden: Oh, take this cup away from me Yet not my will but Yours Yet not my will but Yours To know each friend will fall away And heavens voice be still For hell to have its vengeful day Upon Golgothas hill No words describe the Saviors plight To be by God forsaken Till wrath and love are satisfied And every sin is paid And every sin is paid What took Him to this wretched place What kept Him on this road? His love for Adams cursed race For every broken soul No sin too slight to overlook No crime too great to carry All mingled in this poisoned cup And yet He drank it all The Savior drank it all What took Him to this wretched place What kept Him on this road? His love for Adams cursed race For every broken soul No sin too slight to overlook No crime too great to carry All mingled in this poisoned cup And yet He drank it all The Savior drank it all The Savior drank it all