My God, My Father, While I Stray

My God, my Father, while I strayFar from my home, in life's rough way,Oh, teach me from my heart to say,"Thy will be done!"

If thou should'st call me to resignWhat most I prize—it ne'er was mine—I only yield thee what was thine—"Thy will be done!"

If but my fainting heart be blestWith 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 awayAll that now makes it hard to say,"Thy will be done!"

Then, when on earth I breathe no moreThe pray'r, oft mixed with tears before,I'll sing upon a happier shore,"Thy will be done!"