My God My Father

My God, my Father! while I stray

Far from my home in 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!

But if my fainting heart be blessed

With the Holy Spirit for its guest,

My God! to Thee I leave the rest

Thy will be done!

If Thou should call me to resign

What most I prize, never was mine;

I only yield Thee what is Thine;

Thy will be done!

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!