MY God and Father, while I stray

If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne’er was mine, All I possess I have made Thine; Thy loving will be done.

Now let my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest: Thy gracious will be done.

Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, ‘Thy perfect will be done.’

Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I’ll sing upon a happier shore, ‘Thy glorious will be done!’