The Hour Has Finally Come

The Son:
My sweat falls down like drops of blood,
And much trouble, in My soul, there be.
The hour has finally come with a thud,
But what shall I say, “Father, save Me.”?

Nay, for this very purpose I came;
Father, let Your Name be glorified.
I will go to the cross, bearing their sin and shame;
I will submit to be crucified.

The Father:
I’ve glorified My Name in You,
And I will do so again.
We will pay what for their sin is due,
And rescue them from death’s den.

My Son, You will be lifted up,
For all to see, exalted on the cross.
You will drink the frothing, foaming cup,
But this will not be for You a loss.

Your inheritance shall be every nation;
I’ll make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.
You are the Cornerstone of Our Kingdom’s foundation;
By Your death, death, We will defeat.

Sheep from every field and pasture,
I will place in Your hand.
The coming hour will not end in disaster;
From death’s repose they’ll be made to stand.

The Son:
Holy Father, to You be the glory;
Strengthen now My troubled soul.
May Your fame be magnified in this story,
As I go meekly to the pole.

I, Who have no beginning nor end,
Took on flesh for this purpose.
In order to, Our fallen creation, mend,
I will suffer, die and then resurface.

For I Am the First and Last,
And all the world shall know.
In power and glory I’m unsurpassed,
And only by My will shall My blood flow.

Hear Me now all you who thirst;
It is for you I shall die.
And of the resurrection of the dead, I Am first;
I Am Yahweh the Lord Most High.

Father, strengthen My spirit now,
For the suffering that lies ahead.
To Your will I humbly bow;
May Your glory be revealed through the coming dread.

The Father:
Rise now My Son, the hour’s come;
Boldly face the riotous mob.
For the world, You are the Ransom;
Much joy shall You reap from the tears You sob.