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Hymns / Music :: My God, My Father, While I Stray

"Thy will be done."

Matthew 6:10

Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity

of the Cyber Hymnal Website

Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

Words:

Charlotte Elliott,

The Invalid's Hymn Book

, 1834.

Music:

"Hanford (Sullivan)," Arthur Seymour Sullivan, 1874

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Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1842-1900)

My God, my Father, while I stray

Far from my home, on life's rough way,

O teach me from my heart to say,

"Thy will be done!"

Though dark my path, and sad my lot,

Let me be still and murmur not,

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,

"Thy will be done!"

What though in lonely grief I sigh

For friends beloved, no longer nigh,

Submissive still would I reply,

"Thy will be done!"

If Thou shoulds't call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine:

I only yield Thee what is Thine;

"Thy will be done!"

Should pining sickness waste away

My life in premature decay,

My Father still I strive to say,

"Thy will be done!"

Let but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest,

My God, to Thee I leave the rest;

"Thy 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 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 will be done!"

1 Breathe on me, breath of God:

fill me with life anew,

that I may love as you have loved

and do as you would do.

2 Breathe on me, breath of God,

until my heart is pure,

until my will is one with yours

to do and to endure.

3 Breathe on me, breath of God;

fulfil my heart's desire,

until this earthly part of me

glows with your heavenly fire.

4 Breathe on me, breath of God;

so shall I never die,

but live with you the perfect life

of your eternity.

Fight the good fight with all thy might!

Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;

Lay hold on life, and it shall be

Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,

Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;

Life with its way before us lies,

Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide;

His boundless mercy will provide;

Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove

Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not nor fear, His arms are near,

He changeth not, and thou art dear;

Only believe, and thou shalt see

That Christ is all in all to thee.