Again, a second time, He went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, Your will be done.”
But Jesus answered, “You don’t know what you’re asking. Are you able to drink the cup that I am about to drink?” “We are able,” they said to Him.
Going a little farther, He fell facedown and prayed, “My Father! If it is possible, let this cup pass from Me. Yet not as I will, but as You will.”
And He came again and found them sleeping, because they could not keep their eyes open.
Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
And He said, “Abba, Father! All things are possible for You. Take this cup away from Me. Nevertheless, not what I will, but what You will.”
“Father, if You are willing, take this cup away from Me — nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.”
For I have come down from heaven, not to do My will, but the will of Him who sent Me.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tested in every way as we are, yet without sin.