Jesus, while our hearts are bleed­ing
O’er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this so­lemn meet­ing
Calmly say, Thy will be done.

Though cast down, we’re not for­sak­en,
Though af­flict­ed, not alone;
Thou didst give, and Thou hast tak­en;
Blessèd Lord, Thy will be done.

Though to­day we’re filled with mourn­ing,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With Thy smiles and love re­turn­ing,
We can sing, Thy will be done.

By Thy hands the boon was giv­en;
Thou hast taken but Thine own;
Lord of earth, and God of Hea­ven,
Evermore, Thy will be done.