Then Jesus brought them to a garden grove, Gethsemane, and told them to sit down and wait while he wen on ahead to pray. He took Peter with him and Zebedee's two sons, James and John, and began to be filled with anguish and despair. Then he told them,"My soul is crushed with horror and sadness to the point of death. Stay here, stay awake with me." He went forward a little and fell face downwards on the ground and prayed: Jesus The night is cold and quiet, my Lord O let this cup pass from my lips For I am so afraid. Father, help me now I pray Save me from this trail I have to go through Father, I have no one but you Save me from the pain I have to bear. The night is cold and quiet my Lord O let this cup pass from my lips For I am so afraid. The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord O save me from a cross of wood For I am so afraid. O God, the time is very near I'm going to be betrayed by a man I trusted I cannot die upon a cross Though not my will but yours, O God my Father. The nails are sharp and cruel, my Lord But take me to the cross of wood It is the only way.