God's Way, His Will Be Done

1 The Christian’s life is born of faith
And triumphs in the hour of death;
It cries, while sinks life’s western sun,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.”

Refrain:
“God’s way!” by faith we understand;
“His will be done,” we see His hand;
“Not ours!” we learn it thro’ His Son;
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.”

2 With Jesus in the garden there,
We wrestle in heart-searching pray’r;
But, yielding, find the vict’ry won,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

3 ‘Tis hard to trail our hopes in dust
And yield our wills in childlike trust;
This is our triumph in God’s Son,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

4 Nor sudden shock of Satan’s hand,
Nor pain, nor trial can withstand
The faith that simply rests upon
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

5 We strain our vision’s eyes to see
The reason for life’s mystery;
But find, when life’s great race is run,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

Source: Consecrated Hymns #7

• MIDI file from Consecrated Hymns #7
  
• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #12003