1 Thy will be done! In devious way The hurrying stream of life may run; Yet still our grateful hearts shall say Thy will be done!
2 Thy will be done! If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, This prayer shall make it more divine:-- Thy will be done!
3 Thy will be done! Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one, Is ours,--to breathe, while we adore, Thy will be done!
1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power;-- My Father! let me turn to Thee, And set each thought of darkness free.
2 Is there a time of racking grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief; My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume.
3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul's employ;-- My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with Thee, their home.
4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, The glow of health, the dying hour, Shall own my Father's grace and power.
1 Lo, the lilies of the field! How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of heaven! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles trust and piety:-- Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.
2 One there lives, whose guardian eye Guides our earthly destiny; One there lives, who, Lord of all, Keeps His children lest they fall: Pass we, then, in love and praise, Trusting Him through all our days, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,-- God provideth for the morrow.
1 Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand Beneath the mingling line of night and day, A listening servant, waiting Thy command, To roll rejoicing on its silent way.
2 The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall; The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,-- Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.
3 The bird reposes on the yielding bough, With breast unswollen by the tide of song;-- So does my spirit wait Thy presence now, To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.
1 Father! glorify Thy name! Whatsoe'er our portion be, Wheresoever led by Thee, If to glory,--if to shame,-- Father! glorify Thy name!
2 Let Thy name be glorified! If in doubt and darkness lost, Hope deceived and purpose crost, Naught amiss can e'er betide,-- Let Thy name be glorified!