Author: Charlotte Elliott (Mrs. Tonna), 1789-1871 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #519a (1917) Lyrics: 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 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
"Thy will be done."
6 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.
7 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."
8 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." Topics: The Christian Life The Inner Life; God Will of; Fatherhood, of God; Will Of God; Sickness, bodily ; Resignation Languages: English Tune Title: WINTERBOURNE
My God and Father, while I stray