I see You kneeling in the garden as tears of love pour down
I hear You calling on the Father ‘œNot my will but Yours be done’
I see You lifting up the broken
I see Your life poured out
I hear You praying on the mountain
Father I will follow You
Jesus I will follow You
I will wait, for my trust is in the Lord
I will wait Jesus You are my reward
As I wait You reveal Your majesty
In the silence You are singing over me ‘œYou are my beloved’
I will kneel before You Jesus as my heart pours out
I am calling on You Father
Not my will but Yours be done
Not my will but Yours be done
I will take up my cross as I follow You Lord
I will count all as loss as I wait on You Lord
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride
See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet or thorns compose so rich a crown
Were the whole realm of nature mine that were an offering far too small
Love so amazing so divine demands my soul, my life, my all
I see Your people in a room
I hear a rushing sound
Every heart is drawn to Jesus as Your Spirit pours out