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| My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch. And He went forward a little, and fell on the ground, and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from Him. And He said, Abba, Father, all things are possible unto Thee; take away this cup from Me: nevertheless, not what I will, but what Thou wilt. (Mark 14:34‑36) |
| The cup which My Father hath given Me, shall I not drink it? (John 18:11) |
| Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping From yon lonesome garden sweep; ’Tis the Lord His vigil keeping, Whilst His followers sink in sleep. |
| He is speaking to His Father, Tasting deep that bitter cup, Yet He takes it, willing rather For our sakes to drink it up. |
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| Christians Daily Calendar Blog by Bible Truth Publishers |