In the garden, he fell to his knees,
The time had come, and he knew a sacrifice just had to be paid for you and me.
It's the final hour,
It's the final hour, before the cross and the victory.
His soul was so grieved he could hardly stand the pain,
As he prayed to the Father, "Please take this cup from me."
Oh no, it's the final hour,
It's the final hour, before the cross and the victory.
It's the final hour.
His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground,
'Cause deep inside he knew he had to lay his body down,
So, a cross lay before aim; there was no other way to save the world from its sin,
A sacrifice just had to be paid.
Oh no, it's the final hour,
It's the final hour,
It's the final hour, before the cross and the victory.
