Thy only will be done in me.
All my requests are lost in one:
Father, thy only will be done.
Suffice that, for the season past,
Myself in things divine I sought,
For comforts cried with eager haste,
And murmured that I found them not.
I leave it now to Thee alone:
Father, thy only will be done.
Thy gifts I clamor for no more,