MY GOD, MY FATHER, WHILE I STRAY

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.

Control 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.