238 My God and Father, while I stray

1 My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" 2 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!" 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done!" 4 If Thou hast called me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine; I only yield Thee what is Thine: "Thy will be done!" 5 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!" 6 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!" 7 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!"