Текст песни Гимны надежды - 365 Тихо всё было в саду Гефсиманьи

Quiet it was in the Gethsemane garden,
The world was plunged under the cover of night,
Dormant whole nature in the moonlight,
Quiet gurgling brook.

Only the Son of God with mental anguish,
In horror, death, falling, lying there,
The body is covered with a night dew,
In the throes of deadly cried.

"My Father! This cup pass from yes,
But it will be thine. "
Fallen to the ground again, he misses,
In the fear of the Father crying.

And the angel of God, Christ's comforting,
From the heights of the sky came down from the Father,
I shuddered awake the garden of Gethsemane,
Quiet lamented the Creator.

So our Savior, suffering for sinners,
I drank the bitter cup to the end,
For in the sacred abodes of paradise
We honor the crown.