Verse 1 Not my will, but thine be done Was what my Savior prayed On the night before his death Just before they took him away And hardly a stone's throw away His disciples slept They could not tarry just one hour To pray while Jesus wept Chorus And he drank the cup of bitterness And sorrow all alone He bore our sins upon the cross As though they were his own And like a lamb led to the slaughter He never uttered a word But the pounding of the nails Was the only sound that was heard Verse 2 "Not my will, but thine be done." Was what I prayed one night When I'd finally given up on myself When I finally surrendered the fight I lost my life to find it That was the price I paid How could I do any less for the one Who gave himself away Chorus And he drank the cup of bitterness And sorrow all alone He bore our sins upon the cross As though they were his own And like a lamb led to the slaughter He never uttered a word But the pounding of the nails Was the only sound that was heard Chorus And he drank the cup of bitterness And sorrow all alone He bore our sins upon the cross As though they were his own And like a lamb led to the slaughter He never uttered a word But the pounding of the nails Was the only sound that was heard Tag Not my will, but thine Take your will, dear Lord, And make it mine Because of what you did To your will, I now resign Not my will, but thine Not my will, but thine Not my will, Lord, but thine
