The Savior in Gethsemane Once pled, "Remove this cup from me" Then lifted to his lips and pressed The chalice brimmed with bitterness. Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done At times when trials overflow My shoulders bend beneath the load I find my faith on fallen knees And plead, "Remove this cup from me." Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done When bitter cups are not replaced I seek my Savior's gentle face Like angels in Gethsemane, He lends his strength and comforts me The bitterness will not define The love that lives in heart and mind With faith and hope, I'll meekly bear My burdens seeking grace through prayer Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done Nevertheless, not my will but thine be done