1 How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
"O God, Thy will be done!"
2 We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.
3 O let that will which gave me breath,
And an immortal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.
4 O teach my heart the blessèd way,
To imitate Thy Son!
Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11004
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11004||How Sweet To Be Allowed to Pray||How sweet to be allowed to pray||BELMONT||Eliza L. Follen||CM||<cite>Christian Disciple</cite>, September 1818|