Far from my home, on life’s rough way,
O teach me from the heart to say,
“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!”
Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,