Far from my home on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done, Thy will be done!"
What though in love or grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will be done, 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: