Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground - Blind Willie Johnson

Dark was the night, and cold the ground

On which the Lord was laid;

His sweat like drops of blood ran down;

In agony he prayed.

"Father, remove this bitter cup,

If such Thy sacred will;

If not, content to drink it up

Thy pleasure I fulfill."

Go to the garden, sinner, see

Those precious drops that flow;

The heavy load He bore for thee;

For thee he lies so low.

Then learn of Him the cross to bear;

Thy Father's will obey;

And when temptations press thee near,

Awake to watch and pray.