_Submission to Divine Will._
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, in life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done!"
2 If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize--it ne'er was mine--
I only yield thee what was thine--
"Thy will be done!"
3 If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God! to thee I leave the rest--
"Thy will be done!"
4 Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done!"
5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done!"
Charlotte Elliott, 1834.