667a. My God, my Father, while I stray

1 My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
Oh, 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 Let 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.

Text Information
First Line: My God, my Father, while I stray
Title: My God, my Father, while I stray
Author: Charlotte Elliott (1834)
Meter: 8.8.8.4.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1892
Topic: Burial of the Dead; Home and Personal Use; Submission
Notes: Tune name in index: RESIGNATION
Tune Information
Name: [My God, my Father, while I stray]
Composer: John Hullah
Meter: 8.8.8.4.
Key: F Major



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