531 | The Hymnal#532 | 533 |
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 If 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.
6 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.
7 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.
Amen.
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First Line: | My God and Father, while I stray |
Author: | Charlotte Elliott (1834) |
Publication Date: | 1895 |