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Charlotte Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
My God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life’s rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done.
Verse 4
If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine:
Thy will be done.
Verse 5
If 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 229 · 8.8.8.4. · Troyte's Chant
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by Thine own hand;
Choose out the path for me.
Verse 2
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
Verse 3
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God.
So shall I walk aright.
Verse 4
The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine; so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Verse 5
Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
Verse 6
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Verse 7
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my Guide, my Strength,
My Wisdom, and my All.
Horatius Bonar, “Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 529 · 6.6.6.6. · Holy Guide
Charlotte Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
My God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life’s rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done.
Verse 4
If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine:
Thy will be done.
Verse 5
If 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Charlotte Elliott, “My God and Father, While I Stray”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 532 · 8.8.8.4. · Troyte's Chant