Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done!"
Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me "be still," and murmur not;
O breathe the prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done!"
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply