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