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Thy will be done.
Father, I know thy ways are just,
Although to me unknown;
O, grant me grace thy love to trust,
And cry, “Thy will be done.”
2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path,
Should wealth and friends be gone,
Still, with a firm and lively faith,
I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”
3 Although thy steps I can not trace;
Thy sovereign right I’ll own;
And, as instructed by thy grace,
I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”