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THY WILL BE DONE




My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from thy home on life's rough way
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
|: "Thy will be done." :|


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." :|


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


Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine
|: "Thy will be done." :|


Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,
|: "Thy will be done." :|


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." :|


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." :|


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." :|


---Alternative verses---


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." :|


If dark my path and sad my lot,
May I be still and murmur not
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
|: "Thy will be done." :|


If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine
|: "Thy will be done." :|


Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, help me still to say,
|: "Thy will be done." :|


If 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." :|


Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
|: "Thy will be done." :|


Control 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." :|


And when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing on heaven's blissful shore,
|: "Thy will be done." :|

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 4 extended
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1834-39
      Bible Refs: Mt 6:10;
      MUSIC
      Name: WOODWORTH
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1849
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
        8 8 8 4
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