Father, Thy will be done, not mine,
Thy on­ly will be done!
To Thee my Is­aac I re­sign,
I ren­der up my son.

Without a mur­mur­ing wish I give
The child Thou gav’st to me;
Or let him to Thy glo­ry live,
Or let him die to Thee.

I dare not dep­re­cate the cross,
Or of my loss com­plain,
Assured my mo­men­ta­ry loss
Is his eter­nal gain.

I hear the pro­vi­den­tial word,
I bless the will di­vine;
Remove him from my bo­som, Lord,
And take him up to Thine.