Cântăre A little farther

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!



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!



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!