Testo di Gethsemane

Dorare Mi Jesu Yeshuwah Yahweh Ello vi yeh yi Shaddi My Jesus, my king On the mount of olives, in the garden of Gethsemane The Savior, our God, the spotless Lamb Fell to his knees In anguish he prayed, Sweating blood with every breath He cried my soul's overwhelmed with sorrow And to the point of death Chorus: And he cried take this cup, Take this cup from me Yet not my will, but yours be done And he cried take this cup, Take this cup from me Yet not my will, but yours be done We bow down to you, O Lord, I surrender all I lay it down, my everything To my knees I fall My life to you, my every breath I am yours and yours alone Use me Lord, O this I pray For your will and not my own Chorus: And he cried take this cup, Take this cup from me Yet not my will, but yours be done And he cried take this cup, Take this cup from me Yet not my will, but yours be done Not my will, Not my will, Not my will, but yours be done Not my will, Not my will, Not my will, but yours be done Chorus: And he cried take this cup, Take this cup from me Yet not my will, but yours be done Oh I will die, and soon I'll rise I'll be your sacrifice So not my will, but your will be done...