When Jesus had spoken these things, He lifted up His eyes to heaven and said, “Father, the hour has come. Glorify Your Son, that Your Son may glorify You.
When Judas had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man is glorified, and God is glorified in Him.
I have glorified You on earth by accomplishing the work You gave Me to do.
Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name above all names,
But Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.
Now My soul is troubled, and what shall I say? ‘Father, save Me from this hour’? No, it is for this purpose that I have
The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified His servant Jesus. You handed Him over and r
He was speaking about the Spirit, whom those who believed in Him were later to receive. For the Spirit had not yet been
Through Him you believe in God, who raised Him from the dead and glorified Him; and so your faith and hope are in God.
When Jesus heard this, He said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for the glory of God, so that the Son of
A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven.
A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?
When Jesus returned the third time, He said, “Are you still sleeping and resting? That is enough! The hour has come. Loo
He spoke these words while teaching in the temple courts, near the treasury. Yet no one seized Him, because His hour had
So they took away the stone. Then Jesus lifted His eyes upward and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me.
So they tried to seize Him, but no one laid a hand on Him, because His hour had not yet come.
“Look, an hour is coming and has already come when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and you will leave Me al
Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on Me. But this hour belongs to you and to the
It was now just before the Passover Feast, and Jesus knew that His hour had come to leave this world and return to the F
But the tax collector stood at a distance, unwilling even to lift up his eyes to heaven. Instead, he beat his breast and
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my s