As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
2 Can loving children e’er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to Thee
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
3 O, ne’er will I at life repine!
Enough that Thou hast made it mine.