1 My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
O, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still, and murmur not,
But breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will, my God, be done!

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh?
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will, my God, be done!

4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, -- it ne'er was mine, --
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
Thy will, my God, be done!

5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
In life or death teach me to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!

6 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
Whate'er now makes it hard to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!