Thy Will Be Done

1 Thy will be done, the Saviour said,
and bowed to earth his sacred head,
the sands of life had nearly run,
my Father, let thy will be done,
thy will, not mine, be done.

2 No watch his spent disciples kept,
amid the shadows deep they slept;
but silent angels waiting there,
beheld his agony of prayer -
thy will, not mine, be done.

3 His soul foresaw the cruel scorns,
the brutal scourge, the crown of thorns,
and, darker than Gethsemane,
the shadows of th' accursed tree -
thy will, not mine, be done.

4 What though he felt in that dread hour,
the storms of human passions low'r;
nor pain, nor death, his soul would shun,
myFather, let thy will be done,
thy will, not mine, be done.

Source: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #693