The garden is quiet and still
Jesus my Savior is there
His heart is heavy and filled with pain
"Father may this cup pass, but Thy will be done"

The courtyard is noisy, the din is loud
Jesus my Saviour is there
His pain is real for all to see
A thorny crown has torn His brow
His back is ripped with each strike of the lash

 The hillside is stark and bare
Jesus my Saviour is there
Nailed to a cross mid another two
It is finished was His cry
Darkness falls and He breathes His last.

The sun is shinning on that bright morn
As to the tomb they with haste  did go
But it was empty,  no body was found
For Hallelujah Jesus my Saviour had risen