“Not My Will, But Thine Be Done”

Verse 1
In the garden, You knelt down weeping,
“My Father, let Thy will be done.”
The cup of wrath, the cross of sorrow,
The price was paid by Your own Son.
Not with silver, not with gold,
But with blood more pure than mine—
You redeemed this fallen world,
From Adam’s chains through love divine.

Chorus
Not my will, Lord, but Yours alone,
You purchased me, I am Your own.
From the law of sin, from death’s dark reign,
By grace alone I’m born again.
No sovereign claim, no prideful throne,
I bow to Christ, to Him alone.
Not by lawyers, not by lies,
But by the Lamb who never dies.

Verse 2
The Pharisees with pens of burden,
The lawyers wrote their chains of shame.
But Jesus broke the old dispensation,
And called His children by His Name.
From debt and death, from sin’s cruel wages,
From legal writs that blind the heart—
He tore the veil, He freed the ages,
And gave His Spirit to impart.

Chorus
Not my will, Lord, but Yours alone,
You purchased me, I am Your own.
From the law of sin, from death’s dark reign,
By grace alone I’m born again.
No sovereign claim, no prideful throne,
I bow to Christ, to Him alone.
Not by lawyers, not by lies,
But by the Lamb who never dies.

Bridge
Back to Genesis, to the Tree of Life,
Before the serpent’s will, before the strife.
Before the debt, before the grave,
Christ has come, His grace to save.

Final Chorus (softer, heartfelt)
Not my will, Lord, but Yours alone,
You purchased me, I am Your own.
By grace unearned, no charge, no fee,
Jesus gave His life for me.
No sovereign pride, no earthly plan,
Just the will of the Son of Man.
I am free, the work is done,
By Christ the Lord, the Father’s Son.