God’s Way, His Will Be Done

The Christ­ian’s life is born of faith

And tri­umphs in the hour of death;

It cries

while sinks life’s west­ern sun

It’s God’s way

His will be done.

God’s way! by faith we un­der­stand;

His will be done

we see His hand;

Not ours! we learn it thro’ His Son;

It’s God’s way

His will be done.

With Je­sus in the gar­den there

We wres­tle in heart-searching pray­er;

But

yield­ing

find the vic­to­ry won

It’s God’s way

His will be done.

‘Tis hard to trail our hopes in dust

And yield our wills in child­like trust;

This is our tri­umph in God’s Son

It’s God’s way

His will be done.

Nor sud­den shock of Sa­tan’s hand

Nor pain

nor tri­al can with­stand

The faith that simp­ly rests up­on

It’s God’s way

His will be done.

We strain our vi­sion’s eyes to see

The rea­son for life’s mys­te­ry;

But find

when life’s great race is run

It’s God’s way

His will be done.