Thy will be done.
Matthew 6:10
Words: William Cowper, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 3, number 29. Submission.
Music: Jerusalem (Staniforth) T. Worsley Staniforth, 1866 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Staniforth (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
O Lord, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign,
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
’Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.