В страдании на колени пал (Гефсимания) / Gethsemane Hymn

Stuart Townend - To See the King of Heaven Fall (Gethsemane)

1 Куплет:
В страдании на колени пал
Царь неба и земли.
Тот Свет, которого мир ждал,
В агонии, в пыли.
Стал бездной горя сад маслин,
И Он взывал, стеная:
"Не дай мне эту чашу пить!
Но воля не Моя,
Но воля лишь Твоя!"

2 Куплет:
Он знал, что замолчат друзья
И небо замолчит,
И ад раскроет пасть огня
Среди голгофских плит.
Не описать смертельный зов
Покинутого Богом!
Там гнев Отца, и там любовь -
Оплачен был наш грех.
Он оплатил наш грех!

3 Куплет:
Что так влекло Его на крест
И что держало там?
Любовь к нарушившим завет
Адамовым сынам!
И до последнего греха
Вся тяжесть преступлений
Влилась свинцом в ту чашу зла:
Он пил её до дна.
Спаситель пил до дна!
Спаситель пил до дна!

 

 

Gethsemane Hymn

VERSE 1
To see the King of heaven fall
In anguish to His knees
The Light and Hope of all the world
Now overwhelmed with grief
What nameless horrors must He see
To cry out in the garden
Oh take this cup away from Me
Yet not My will but Yours
Yet not My will but Yours

VERSE 2
To know each friend will fall away
And heaven's voice be still
For hell to have its vengeful day
Upon Golgotha's hill
No words describe the Saviour's plight
To be by God forsaken
Till wrath and love are satisfied
And every sin is paid
And every sin is paid

VERSE 3
What took Him to this wretched place
What kept Him on this road
His love for Adam's curséd race
For every broken soul
No sin too slight to overlook
No crime too great to carry
All mingled in this poisoned cup
And yet He drank it all
The Saviour drank it all
The Saviour drank it all

Gethsemane Hymn

VERSE 1
To see the King of heaven fall
In anguish to His knees
The Light and Hope of all the world
Now overwhelmed with grief
What nameless horrors must He see
To cry out in the garden
Oh take this cup away from Me
Yet not My will but Yours
Yet not My will but Yours

VERSE 2
To know each friend will fall away
And heaven's voice be still
For hell to have its vengeful day
Upon Golgotha's hill
No words describe the Saviour's plight
To be by God forsaken
Till wrath and love are satisfied
And every sin is paid
And every sin is paid

VERSE 3
What took Him to this wretched place
What kept Him on this road
His love for Adam's curséd race
For every broken soul
No sin too slight to overlook
No crime too great to carry
All mingled in this poisoned cup
And yet He drank it all
The Saviour drank it all
The Saviour drank it all

Образец записи - ENG (mp3)

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Keith Getty, Stuart Townend
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