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The Book of Praise.
All glory, Lord, to Thee, Whom Heaven and earth adore; To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God for evermore.
Sir Henry Williams Baker. [1852.] |
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CXCIII.
My God and Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way,
0 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 call'd me to resign What most I prized, it ne'er was mine?
1 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 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 ! |
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