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1 My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on 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,
And 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 should'st call me to resign
What most I prize--it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is 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."
Amen.
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First Line: | My God, my Father, while I stray |
Publication Date: | 1883 |
Topic: | Our Lord Jesus Christ: His Death; Burial; Trust |
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Name: | TROYTE, NO. 1 |
Key: | E♭ Major |