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!
Refrain: 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!” O Barabbas, O 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!