My God My Father, While I Stray
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My God my Father; while I stray, Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done."
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Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not; Or breathe the pray'r divinely taught, "Thy will be done."
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What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends belov'd no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, "Thy will be done."
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If Thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine; I only yield Thee what is Thine; "Thy will be done."
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Let 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."
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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."
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Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The pray'r, oft mix'd with tears before, I 'II sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done."