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And every sin is paid, and every sin is paid Gethsemane, to be by god forsaken
what took him to this wretched place
What kept him on this road, yet not my will but yours, no crime too great to carry
For every broken soul, what kept him on this road
What took him to this wretched place, the savior drank it all Gethsemane, to see the king of heaven fall
for every broken soul
and every sin is paid
For hell to have its vengeful day, the light and hope of all the world
to see the king of heaven fall
And yet he drank it all, no sin too slight to overlook
and heavens voice be still
What took him to this wretched place, no sin too slight to overlook Getty, what took him to this wretched place
to cry out in the garden
his love for adams curs d race
Now overwhelmed with grief, what took him to this wretched place, all mingled in this poisoned cup
no words describe the saviors plight
to cry out in the garden
Now overwhelmed with grief, for hell to have its vengeful day
yet not my will but yours
No words describe the saviors plight, to know each friend will fall away, in anguish to his knees
Yet not my will but yours, and every sin is paid Gethsemane, and every sin is paid
What nameless horrors must he see, no sin too slight to overlook Getty, and heavens voice be still
And every sin is paid, for every broken soul
To be by god forsaken, take this cup away from me
To see the king of heaven fall, no crime too great to carry, no words describe the saviors plight
What nameless horrors must he see, no crime too great to carry Gethsemane, no crime too great to carry
to see the king of heaven fall
to know each friend will fall away
And every sin is paid, to see the king of heaven fall
What took him to this wretched place, no crime too great to carry
Yet not my will but yours, what nameless horrors must he see Getty, no words describe the saviors plight
no crime too great to carry
And every sin is paid, now overwhelmed with grief
No crime too great to carry, till wrath and love are satisfied, what took him to this wretched place
What took him to this wretched place, and every sin is paid
For every broken soul, yet not my will but yours, his love for adams curs d race
to be by god forsaken
In anguish to his knees, in anguish to his knees, the savior drank it all
Upon golgothas hill, for hell to have its vengeful day Gethsemane, and yet he drank it all
The savior drank it all, what took him to this wretched place, take this cup away from me
The savior drank it all, the savior drank it all, for every broken soul
No sin too slight to overlook, no words describe the saviors plight, to see the king of heaven fall