Abba Father, if this cup,
cannot pass from me,
not my will but yours be done: to the dregs will I drink.
In the scroll it written stands that I should do your holy will.
In your law will I delight in the depth of my heart.
Not for sacrifice you ask; here is my off’ring an open ear,
See the holocaust I bring: Here am I, O Lord.
Your compassion, love and truth, constantly turns my death into life Lord,
your justice I proclaim to my friends gathered here.
cannot pass from me,
not my will but yours be done: to the dregs will I drink.
In the scroll it written stands that I should do your holy will.
In your law will I delight in the depth of my heart.
Not for sacrifice you ask; here is my off’ring an open ear,
See the holocaust I bring: Here am I, O Lord.
Your compassion, love and truth, constantly turns my death into life Lord,
your justice I proclaim to my friends gathered here.
