1 My God, my Father, make me strong,
When tasks of life seem hard and long,
To greet them with this triumph-song:
Thy will be done.
2 Draw from my timid eyes the veil,
To show, where earthly forces fail,
Thy power and love must still prevail,
Thy will be done.
3 With confident and humble mind,
Freedom in service I would find,
Praying through every toil assigned,
Thy will be done.
4 Things deemed impossible I dare,
Thine is the call and thine the care;
Thy wisdom shall the way prepare,
Thy will be done.
5 All power is here and round me now,
Faithful I stand in rule and vow,
While ‘tis not I, but ever thou:
Thy will be done.
6 Heaven’s music chimes the glad days in,
Hope soars beyond death, pain and sin,
Faith shouts in triumph, love must win,
Thy will be done.
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First Line: | My God, my Father, make me strong |
Author: | Frederick Mann (1846-1928) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The salvation soldier: Faith and trust |