4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,—
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
Thy will, my God, be done!
5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
In life or death teach me to say,
Thy will, my God, be done!
6 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away