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Just before His trial,
Jesus entered dark Gethsemane;
Leaving eight outside,
took Peter and two sons of Zebedee.
Oh, the anguish in the garden,
as again He left the three;
And He went a little farther,
all the way to Calvary!
Let us go a little farther,
farther than we’ve gone before;
Are we workers now for Jesus?
Let us do a little more.
See Him praying, hear him groaning;
death sweeps o’er Him like a flood;
“Let this cup pass from me, Father”—
sweat runs down
as drops of blood!
“Not my will, Lord, I will drink it:
let Thy will be done in me.”
And He went a little farther,
all the way to Calvary!
Let us go a little farther,
farther than we’ve gone before;
Are we workers now for Jesus?
Let us do a little more.
Then at Pilate’s hall, behold Him,
as the mob who mocked him cried,
“Away, away, give us Barabbas;
let this Christ be crucified!”
Oh, Barabbas, oh, Barabbas,
Jesus surely died for thee,
When He went a little farther,
all the way to Calvary!
Let us go a little farther,
farther than we’ve gone before;
Are we workers now for Jesus?
Let us do a little more.
Now He marches to Golgotha,
scourged and thorn-crowned on the road;
Bears the cross upon His shoulder,
sinks beneath the heavy load!
Mocked, reviled, by friends forsaken—
all for you, and all for me—
And He went a little farther,
all the way to Calvary!
Let us go a little farther,
farther than we’ve gone before;
Are we workers now for Jesus?
Let us do a little more.
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