A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#263

263. Thy Will Be Done

My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life’s rough way,
O, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will, my God, be done!

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh?
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will, my God, be done!

If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
Thy will, my God, be done!

Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
In life or death teach me to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
Whate’er now makes it hard to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!

Text Information

• First Line: My God, my Father, while I stray
• Title: Thy Will Be Done
• Author: Anonymous
• Meter: P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866
• Notes: Public Domain.

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