MY Lord, Thy will not mine be done:

        Whatever path Thy love shall choose for me,

Through desert sands, or if beside the sea,—

 Thy will be done!

Oh, may Thy will in me be done:

Should “harvest” labor be for me Thy will,

Or if I may but suffer and be still,— Thy will be done!

My Father, let Thy will be done:

If sweet the cup Thou pourest for me to drink,

I’ll praise Thee, but if bitter, I’ll not shrink,—

Thy will be done!

Forever may Thy will be done:

I would not choose, I leave it all with Thee,—

The pilgrimage, if short or long it be,—.

Thy will be done!

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