Thy Will Be Done
Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1989 by Betty M. Pike
1. Jesus the kind hearted Savior,
In the garden of old Gethsemane,
With the sins of all the world there upon Him,
He prayed, “Father let this cup pass from Me.”
2. Dark shadows of night fall upon Me,
Of the cross I must bear to Calvary,
From the manger to the cross I am walking,
Precious Father, so that I can please Thee.
3. Cruel cruel hands will take hold of Me,
A crown of thorns they will place on My brow,
With that strong and mighty whip they will lash Me,
Until furrows in My back they will plow.
4. I’ve no beauty so that any should desire Me,
A man of sorrows, I’m acquainted with grief,
I’m heart broken, by my friends I’m forsaken,
And, dear Father, Your back You’ll turn to Me.
But if this be Your will, then permit it,
I will drink the bitter cup, O Holy One,
But I am so grievously tormented,
Not My will, but Thy will be done.