It was alone the Savior prayed

It was alone the Savior prayed
  In dark Gethsemane;
Alone He drained the bitter cup
  And suffered there for me.

It was alone the Savior stood
  In Pilate’s judgment hall;
Alone the crown of thorns He wore,
  Forsaken thus by all.

Alone upon the cross He hung
  That others He might save;
Forsaken then by God and man.
  Alone, His life He gave.

Can you reject such matchless love?
  Can you His claim disown?
Come, give your all in gratitude,
  Nor leave Him thus alone.