How sweet to be al­lowed to pray
To God, the ho­ly One,
With fil­ial love and trust to say,
O God, Thy will be done!

We in these sac­red words can find
A cure for ev­ery ill;
They calm and soothe the trou­bled mind,
And bid all care be still.

O let that will which gave me breath,
And an im­mor­tal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My ev­ery wish con­trol.

O teach my heart the bless­èd way,
To imi­tate Thy Son!
Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
Thy will, not mine, be done.