Thy Will Be Done (Elliott) Charlotte Elliott, pub.1834 alt. copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Submission, Supplication Scripture: Matthew 6:10; Luke 22:42; Romans 12:1-2 Hanford [.xml] Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 copyright status is Public Domain Key: D Meter: 8.8.8.4 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. My God and Father, day by day, 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 belov’d, 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.” 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.” 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.”

Thy Will Be Done (Elliott)

Charlotte Elliott, pub.1834
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Meter: 8.8.8.4

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My God and Father, day by day,
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 belov’d, 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.”
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.”
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.”