Love this song. The words are from a hymn written in 1834 by Charlotte Elliott.
My God, my 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!
But if my fainting heart be blessed
With the Holy Spirit for its guest,
My God! to Thee I leave the rest–
Thy will be done!
If Thou should call me to resign
What most I prize, never was mine;
I only yield Thee what is 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!(x2)
Then when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon that joyful shore,
Thy will be done!
All Things Elda 