If this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, Thy will be done.
Matthew 26:42
Words: William J. Eldridge, in Consecrated Hymns, edited by Adam Geibel, R. Frank Lehman & H. C. Lincoln (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Geibel & Lehman, 1902), number 7: Dying words of the late [American] President William McKinley
(who was assassinated the year before).
Music: Adam Geibel (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Eldridge (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
The Christian’s life is born of faith
And triumphs in the hour of death;
It cries, while sinks life’s western sun,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
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God’s way!
by faith we understand;
His will be done,
we see His hand;
Not ours!
we learn it thro’ His Son;
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
With Jesus in the garden there,
We wrestle in heart-searching prayer;
But, yielding, find the victory won,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
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‘Tis hard to trail our hopes in dust
And yield our wills in childlike trust;
This is our triumph in God’s Son,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
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Nor sudden shock of Satan’s hand,
Nor pain, nor trial can withstand
The faith that simply rests upon
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
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We strain our vision’s eyes to see
The reason for life’s mystery;
But find, when life’s great race is run,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.
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