In the garden He waits
For the very moment He has made
Like the face before a fist
Like the eyes before a kiss
It's beautiful anguish

In the garden He prays
That this overflowing cup could pass away
And in this hour of need
If there were ever such a thing
Out of fear I fall asleep

Oh the hour has come

In the garden He bleeds
But a glimpse of the coming sea
And every angel up above
Can not calm the sorrow
When a Father leaves his Son

Oh the hour has come