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Verse 1

High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.

Verse 2

For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

Verse 3

Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.

Verse 4

My God, how excellent Thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring!
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of Thy wing.

Verse 5

From the provisions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

Verse 6

Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in Thy word.

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.

Verse 1

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
O may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all resign.
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own;
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

Verse 2

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people’s bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

Verse 3

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope
Grow dim or disappear,
Since Thou on earth hast wept
And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

Verse 4

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

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.

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.