1 Father, Thy will be done, not mine,
Thy only will be done!
To Thee my Isaac I resign,
I render up my son.

2 Without a murmuring wish I give
The child Thou gav’st to me;
Or let him to Thy glory live,
Or let him die to Thee.

3 I dare not deprecate the cross,
Or of my loss complain,
Assured my momentary loss
Is his eternal gain.

4 I hear the providential word,
I bless the will divine;
Remove him from my bosom, Lord,
And take him up to Thine.