THY WILL BE DONE.
Thy will be done—yes, Father, be it so,—
What though thy hand be raised to strike the blow?
Close, closer to Thy side Thy child would press,
My eyes to Thee upturned, in my distress—
Thy will be done.
What though thy hand be raised to strike the blow?
Close, closer to Thy side Thy child would press,
My eyes to Thee upturned, in my distress—
Thy will be done.
Thy will be done. Physician, give the cup,—
Since Love hath mixed it, let me drink it up;
The bitter draught to me new strength will give,
With courage nerve, for Thee alone to live.
Thy will be done.
Since Love hath mixed it, let me drink it up;
The bitter draught to me new strength will give,
With courage nerve, for Thee alone to live.
Thy will be done.
Thy will be done. Good Shepherd, lead thy sheep
Through thorny vale, up rugged mountain steep;
What though the way be dark, and drear, and cold?
All shall be well, when safe within the Fold.
Thy will be done.
Through thorny vale, up rugged mountain steep;
What though the way be dark, and drear, and cold?
All shall be well, when safe within the Fold.
Thy will be done.
Thy will be done. Kind Elder Brother, Friend,
Teach me with Thine, my own wild will to blend;
As melt the snow-flakes in the boundless sea,
I losing all, find all, my God, in thee.
Thy will be done.
Teach me with Thine, my own wild will to blend;
As melt the snow-flakes in the boundless sea,
I losing all, find all, my God, in thee.
Thy will be done.
