MY GOD, MY FATHER.
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done!"
What though in love or grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done!"
If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,—it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was Thine:
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done!"
If 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, Thy will be done!"
—C. Elliott.