No vileness vented now on me, nor fierce satanic roar
By many bulls Iíll not digress, no matter how they gore
Let viciousness from men erupt, infernal power make known
I never will dishonour Thee, nor ever thee dethrone.
Iíll take the cup, Iíll drink its dregs, Iíll drink, I will not sup
For three long hours Iíll drink it deep, till emptied is that cup
Lord glorify thyself in me, thy mighty arm make bare
Deliver me from deathís dark tomb and Satanís mighty lair.
None else shall stand beside me, Iíll do thy will alone
For I have come to do thy will, for sinners to atone
I bow my will, Thy will be done, Iíll all surrendered be
I ask thee God be magnified, and glorified by me.
Thus now together we move on, my Father God and me
We will not stop till all is done on the accursed tree
And I shall loud triumphant cry, ďIs finished, all is doneĒ
And heavens vaults, erupt in praise, for all that God has done.
Not as I will but thine be done, is this how I must live?
Completely all in all for God, and all to Him to give?
Nought for myself, to call my own, I shall surrendered be
I ask, ďLord glorify thyself, yea glorified through meĒ.
© Rowan Jennings
24th June 2007