My God, my Father, while I stray

My God my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, " Thy will be done!"

Tho' dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, " Thy will be done!"

Let 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!"

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!"