April 27, 1959 ~ March 1, 2008Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
O’er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn time
Calmly say, “Thy will be done.”
Though cast down, we’re not forsaken,
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
Blessèd Lord, “Thy will be done.”
Though today we’re filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With Thy smiles and love returning,
We can say, “Thy will be done.”
By Thy hands the boon was given;
Thou hast taken but Thine own;
Lord of earth, and God of Heaven,
Evermore, “Thy will be done.”
O’er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn time
Calmly say, “Thy will be done.”
Though cast down, we’re not forsaken,
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
Blessèd Lord, “Thy will be done.”
Though today we’re filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With Thy smiles and love returning,
We can say, “Thy will be done.”
By Thy hands the boon was given;
Thou hast taken but Thine own;
Lord of earth, and God of Heaven,
Evermore, “Thy will be done.”
Thomas Hastings, Mother’s Hymn Book, 1834. (revised)
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. ~Matthew 6:10
This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. ~Lamentations 3:21-24
