Thy Will Be Done

My God, my Father, while I stray

Far from my home in life's rough way,

O teach me from my heart to say,

Thy will be done.

If dark my path and hard my lot,

May I be still and murmur not;

But breathe the prayer divinely taught,

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 is Thine,

Thy will be done.

Should pining sickness waste away

My life in premature decay,

My Father, help me still to say

Thy will be done.

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.

And when on earth I breathe no more

The prayer oft mixed with tears before;

I'll sing on heaven's blissful shore

Thy will be done.

This is "my" hymn. I can't sing it without being convicted of my attitude towards the storms God sends my way. Who am I to question His will- may I learn to bow my will and sincerely say, "Thy will be done."