Lyrics Cold Was the Grou - Blind Willie Johnson

Cold Was the Grou

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