All as God wills, who wisely heeds
To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs,
Than all my prayers have told.

Enough that blessings undeserved
Have marked my erring track;
That, wheresoe’er my feet have swerved,
His chastening turned me back.

That more and more a providence
Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense
Sweet with eternal good.

That death seems but a covered way
Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray
Beyond the Father’s sight.

And so the shadows fall apart.
And so the west winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.

Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good?
Would you walk with Him within the narrow road?
Would you have Him bear your burden, carry all your load?
Let Him have His way with thee.

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His power can make you what you ought to be;
His blood can cleanse your heart and make you free;
His love can fill your soul, and you will see
’Twas best for Him to have His way with thee.

Would you have Him make you free, and follow at His call?
Would you know the peace that comes by giving all?
Would you have Him save you, so that you can never fall?
Let Him have His way with thee.

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Would you in His kingdom find a place of constant rest?
Would you prove Him true in providential test?
Would you in His service labor always at your best?
Let Him have His way with thee.

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Lord of light, whose Name outshineth
All the stars and suns of space,
Deign to make us Thy coworkers
In the kingdom of Thy grace;
Use us to fulfill Thy purpose
In the gift of Christ Thy Son.

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Father, as in highest heaven
So on earth Thy will be done.

By the toil of lowly workers
In some far outlying field;
By the courage where the radiance
Of the cross is still revealed;
By the victories of meekness,
Through reproach and suffering won.

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Grant that knowledge, still increasing,
At Thy feet may lowly kneel;
With Thy grace our triumphs hallow,
With Thy charity our zeal;
Lift the nations from the shadows
To the gladness of the sun.

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By the prayers of faithful watchmen,
Never silent day or night;
By the cross of Jesus bringing
Peace to men, and healing light;
By the love that passeth knowledge,
Making all Thy children one.

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May we Thy precepts, Lord, fulfill
And do on earth our Father’s will
As angels do above;
Still walk in Christ, the living Way,
With all Thy children and obey
The law of Christian love.

So may we join Thy Name to bless,
Thy grace adore, Thy power confess,
From sin and strife to flee.
One is our calling, one our name,
The end of all our hopes the same,
A crown of life with Thee.

Spirit of life, of love and peace,
Unite our hearts, our joy increase,
Thy gracious help supply.
To each of us the blessing give
In Christian fellowship to live,
In joyful hope to die.

My God and Father! while I stray
Far from my home in life’s rough way,
Oh! 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 shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was 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!”

If 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 now that 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!”

My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Oh, may Thy will be mine!
Into Thy hand of love I would my all resign;
Through sorrow, or through joy, conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say, my Lord, Thy will be done!

My Jesus, as Thou wilt! If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people’s bread, their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy Word Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail, my Lord, thy will be done.

My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope grow dim or disappear;
Since Thou on earth hast wept, and sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee, my Lord, Thy will be done!

My Jesus, as Thou wilt! All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene I gladly trust with Thee:
Straight to my home above I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death, my Lord, Thy will be done!

Not in dumb resignation
We lift our hands on high;
Not like the nerveless fatalist
Content to trust and die;
Our faith springs like the eagle,
That soars to meet the sun;
And cries exultingly to Thee,
“O Lord, Thy will be done!?

Thy will! It strengthens weakness,
It bids the strong be just;
No lip to fawn, no hand to beg,
No brow to seek the dust;
Wherever man oppresses man
Beneath Thy liberal sun,
O Lord, be there,
Thine arm made bare,
Thy righteous will be done!

O Father, Thy kingdom is come upon earth,
Thou rulest in all Thy creation;
Thou sendest Thy witnesses, telling Thy worth,
To call and entreat every nation,
With news of Thy mighty salvation,
With news of Thy mighty salvation.

They lift up a light amid shadows of fear,
And love is Thy banner above them;
No trouble shall touch them, no foes that appear
Shall e’er from their loyalty move them;
’Tis Thou dost uphold and approve them,
’Tis Thou dost uphold and approve them.

They go in Thy strength, and they speak in Thy Name,
With power of Thy promise forth faring,
And during the battle the victory claim,
Their trust in Thy strength is their daring,
Salvation to all men declaring,
Salvation to all men declaring.

O God, whose law from age to age
No chance or change can know,
Whose love forevermore abides,
While eons come and go;
From all the strife of earthly life,
To Thine embrace we flee,
And ’mid our crowding doubts and fears
Would put our trust in Thee.

The winds, Thy faithful messengers,
Are guided by Thy hand;
Thy ministers, the flames of fire,
Obey Thy stern command;
The seas resound within the bound
Where Thy dominion reigns,
And wheeling planets seek the paths
Thy mighty will ordains.

Thy holy purpose moves before
The nations on their way,
And leads the stumbling hosts of men
From darkness into day.
No captain’s sword, no prophet’s word,
But Thy great mercy prove;
No clime or kindred but attest
Thy providence of love.

Dear Father, we would learn to trust
The doing of Thy will,
And in Thy perfect law of love
Our doubts and fears would still.
Help us to know, in joy or woe,
Thy ways are always best,
And we, Thy children evermore,
By Thy great goodness blest.

O Shepherd of the nameless fold,
The blessèd Church to be,
Our hearts with love and longing turn
To find their rest in Thee;
“Thy kingdom come,” its heav’nly walls
Unseen around us rise,
And deep in loving human hearts
Its broad foundations rise.

O holy kingdom, happy fold,
The blessèd Church to be,
Our hearts in love and worship turn
To find themselves in thee!
Thy bounds are known to God alone,
For they are set above;
The length, the breadth, the height are one,
And measured by His love.

The sun is sinking fast,
The daylight dies;
Let love awake, and pay
Her evening sacrifice.

As Christ upon the cross
His head inclined,
And to His Father’s hands
His parting soul resigned;

So now herself my soul
Would wholly give
Into His sacred charge
In Whom all spirits live;

So now beneath His eye
Would calmly rest,
Without a wish or thought
Abiding in the breast;

Save that His will be done,
Whate’er betide;
Dead to herself, and dead
In Him to all beside.

Thus would I live: yet now
Not I, but He,
In all His power and love,
Henceforth alive in me.

One sacred Trinity,
One Lord divine,
May I be ever His,
And He forever mine.

Out of earth’s heart breaking sorrow and anguish
Into eternity’s rapture and calm;
Out of the doubts and the fears where we languish
Into the triumph of victory’s psalm;
Gone is a leader and friend of the people,
Home with the ransomed and numberless throngs,
There to receive the reward of his labors,
Who in the ranks of the martyrs belongs.
Whisper it tenderly sorrowing one,
This was God’s way, His will ever be done.
This was God’s way, this was God’s way,
This was God’s way, His will ever be done.

Out of the battle of life sorely wounded
Into the joy of the victory won;
Now face to face with his King and Commander
His the promotion for what he has done;
Ours the loss of a true standard bearer,
His the bright crown and eternal reward,
Called from earth’s strife to become a blest sharer,
Now and henceforth in the joy of the Lord.
Lovingly, tenderly, joyfully say,
His will be done, we believe ’tis God’s way.
His will be done, His will be done,
His will be done, We believe ’tis God’s way.

Out of the noise and the tumult of battle
Into the rest and the infinite peace;
Out of earth’s bondage and wearisome exile
Into the joy of the spirit’s release;
Ours the loss and the grief beyond measure,
Confidence broken and hopes crushed for aye,
Lord God of hosts if it be Thy good pleasure,
Help us to trust and believe ’tis Thy way.
Like him for whom we know Heav’n is begun,
We would say earnestly, His will be done.
His will be done, His will be done,
This is God’s way, His will ever be done.