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Thy will be done.
How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One;
With filial love and trust to say,
“O God, thy will be done.”
2 We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.
3 O let that Will which gave me breath,
And an immortal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.
4 O, could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate thy Son!
Teach me, O God, with truth to say,
Thy will, not mine, be done.