In a Dark Midnight Garden

In a Dark Midnight Garden ©2023 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

In a dark midnight garden,
So many long years ago,
Our dear Saviour, Lord Jesus,
Cried out His prayer of great woe.

On the bank of the river,
At the brim of the cup,
I have stepped in the water,
Must I drink this draught up?

In all You have asked, Father,
I have done to my best.
I have fought mankind's evil;
I have faced every test.

On the bank of the river,
At the brim of the cup,
I have stepped in the water;
Must I drink this draught up?

Unaware of His anguish, 
Despite their Lord's longing plea,
His disciples slept soundly
Beneath the old olive tree.

On the edge of the river,
At the brim of the cup,
I have stepped in the water;
Must I drink this draught up?

Had you been in that garden,
All those many years ago,
Would you have so soundly slept,
As Jesus poured out His soul?

On the bank of the river,
At the brim of the cup,
Jesus stepped in the water;
Jesus drank the draught up.