My God, my Father, while I stray
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My God, my Father, while I strayFar from my home, on life's rough way,Oh, teach me from my heart to say,"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
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What though in lonely grief I sighFor friends beloved no longer nigh;Submissive still would I reply,"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
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If thou shouldst call me to resignWhat most I prize,—it ne'er was mine;I only yield thee what was thine:"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"
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If but my fainting heart be blestWith thy sweet Spirit for its guest,My God, to thee I leave the rest:"Thy will be done, thy will be done!"