519a. My God and Father, while I stray

1 My God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done."

2 Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done."

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done."

4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine,
I only yield Thee what was Thine:
Thy will be done.

5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
"Thy will be done."

6 Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest:
Thy will be done.

7 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine; and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done."

8 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done."

Text Information
First Line: My God and Father, while I stray
Author: Charlotte Elliott (Mrs. Tonna), 1789-1871
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Christian Life: The Inner Life; God: Will of; Fatherhood, of God (3 more...)
Tune Information
Name: WINTERBOURNE
Composer: W. E. Evill, c. 1890
Meter: 8.8.8.4
Key: F Major or modal



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