My God and Father, while I stray,
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Far from my home in life's rough way,
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Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
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"Thy will be done!"
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If Thou shouldst call me to resign,
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What most I prize, it ne'er was mine.
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I only yield Thee what was Thine;
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"Thy will be done!"
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If but my fainting heart be blest,
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With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
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My God, to Thee I leave the rest,
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"Thy will be done!"
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"Thy will be done!"
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Renew my will from day to day,
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Blend it with Thine, and take away,
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All now that makes it hard to say,
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"Thy will be done!"
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Then when on earth I breathe no more,
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The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
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I'll sing upon a happier shore,
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"Thy will be done!"
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"Thy will be done!"
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"Thy will be done!"
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Thy Will Be Done
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| Derek Webb |
