Verse 1
My God, my father, while I stray,
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
Oh teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done.

Verse 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.

Verse 3
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 7
Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
Thy will be done.