My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"Thy will be done."
Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it never was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine--
"Thy will be done."
Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive
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