Poem by Charlotte Elliott

Thy Will Be Done

MY GOD, and 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.”
 
Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me “be still” and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
                “Thy will be done.”
 
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
                “Thy Will be done.”
 
Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized it ne’er was mine,
I have but yielded what was Thine;
                “Thy Will be done.”
 
Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I’ll strive to say,—
                “Thy Will be done.”
 
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.”
 
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.”

1. Leaning on Her Beloved
2. O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen
3. Jesus, My Savior, Look on Me
4. With Tearful Eyes I Look around
5. Let Me Be with Thee

Lucy Larcom Thy Will Be Done ("ONLY silently resigned")

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