Poor Bishop Hooper
Jesus in the Garden
[Verse 1]
In the garden, He waits
For the very moment He has made
Like the face before a fist
Like the eyes before a kiss
It's beautiful anguish

[Verse 2]
In the garden He prays
That this overflowing cup could pass away
And in this hour of need
If there were ever such a thing
Out of fear, I fall asleep

[Chorus]
Oh, the hour has come
The hour has come

[Verse 3]
In the garden, He bleeds
But a glimpse of the coming sea
And every angel up above
Cannot calm the sorrow
When a Father leaves his Son

[Chorus]
Oh, the hour has come
The hour has come
The hour has come