Low in Thine ago­ny,
Bearing Thy cross for me,
Savior di­vine!
In the dark tempt­er’s hour,
Quailing be­neath his pow­er,
Sorrowing yet more and more,
Thou dost in­cline.

O Lord of Heav’n and earth,
What sor­row unto death
Dost Thou sus­tain?
Thou dost in ang­uish bow:
Thou art for­sak­en now;
For me this cup of woe
Thou dost now drain.

In deep and trem­bling fears,
With cry­ing strong and tears,
Now Thou dost pray.
If it be pos­si­ble
This cup so ter­ri­ble,
Father most mer­ci­ful,
Take it away.

Yet, Lord, Thy will be done;
Lo, I, Thine on­ly Son,
This cup will drink.
O won­drous love of Thine,
Unspeakable, di­vine;
To save this soul of mine
Thou wilt not shrink.

Savior, give me to share
Thy low­ly will and pray­er
In all my woe;
In my soul’s ago­ny
Let me re­sem­ble Thee;
An an­gel strength­en­ing me,
Let me, too, know.

Thy soul its tra­vail saw,
And in its hea­vy woe
Was sa­tis­fied.
So let Thy sor­row, Lord,
Fullness of joy af­ford,
To life and God re­stored,
Through Him who died.