I take my por­tion from Thy hand,
And do not seek to un­der­stand;
For I am blind, while Thou dost see,
Thy will is mine, what­e’er it be.

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Whate’er it be! what­e’er it be!
I do not fear, what­e’er it be;
Thy love di­vine sus­tain­eth me,
Thy will is mine, what­e’er it be.

When dark­ness doth Thy face ob­scure,
And ma­ny sor­rows I en­dure,
I think of Christ’s Geth­se­ma­ne;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

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When ten­der joys to me are known,
I ren­der thanks to Thee alone;
I know my cup is filled by Thee;
Thy will is mine, what­e’er it be.

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Thus calm­ly do I face my lot,
Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not;
Lo! all things work for good to me;
Thy will is mine, what­e’er it be.

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