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.