1 Thy will be done, I’ve learned to say,
Tho’ sad my heart, and lone my way;
With thee I cannot be alone,—
Thy will be done, thy will be done.
2 The will be done; when friends depart,
A comforter to me thou art;
Tho’ great my loss, thou canst atone,—
Thy will be done, thy will be done.
3 Thy will be done; a hope so bright
Illumines sorrow’s darkest night;
Since Christ arose its light has shone,—
Thy will be done, thy will be done.
4 Thy will be done; ‘tis well with me,
By faith thy mercy-seat I see;
I’ll work and pray till set of sun,—
Thy will be done, thy will be done.
The Old Story in Song Number Two #145