Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
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Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding,O'er the spoils that death has won,We would at this solemn meeting,Calmly say, "Thy will be done."
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Though cast down, we're not forsaken;Though afflicted, not alone;Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;Blessed Lord, thy will be done.
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Though to-day we're filled with mourning,Mercy still is on the throne;With thy smiles of love returning,We can sing, "Thy will be done."
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By thy hands the boon was given,Thou hast taken but thine own:Lord of earth, and God of heaven,Evermore thy will be done.