Father, I know thy ways are just,

Although to me unknown;

O, grant me grace thy love to trust,

And cry, “Thy will be done.”

2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path,

Should wealth and friends be gone,

Still, with a firm and lively faith,

I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”

3 Although thy steps I can not trace;

Thy sovereign right I’ll own;

And, as instructed by thy grace,

I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”