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My God and Father, while I stray, |
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Far from my home in life's rough way, |
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Oh, teach me from my heart to say, |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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If Thou shouldst call me to resign, |
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What most I prize, it ne'er was mine. |
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I only yield Thee what was Thine; |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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If but my fainting heart be blest, |
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With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, |
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My God, to Thee I leave the rest, |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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Renew my will from day to day, |
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Blend it with Thine, and take away, |
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All now that makes it hard to say, |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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Then when on earth I breathe no more, |
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The prayer oft mixed with tears before, |
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I'll sing upon a happier shore, |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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"Thy will be done!" |
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"Thy will be done!" |
