Thy Will Is Done

O God

not on­ly in dis­tress

In pain

and want

and wea­ri­ness

Thy ten­der Spir­it stoops to bless

Thy will is done.

But oft­en­er on the wings of peace

And girt about with ten­der­ness

Thou com­est

and all trou­bles cease

Thy will is done.

In all that na­ture has sup­plied

In flow­ers along the coun­try side

In morn­ing light

in ev­en­tide

Thy will is done.

And when a way­ward wind is borne

So light­ly on a sum­mer morn

To stir the gold­en ears of corn

Thy will is done.

In youth­ful days when joys in­crease

In light

in hope

in hap­pi­ness

In qui­et times of trust­ful peace

Thy will is done.

And when the joy of life is strong

And hid­den mu­sic steals along

Our days with rap­ture and with song

Thy will is done.

And when the wid­owed heart can bring

Its sor­row to Thy feet

and cling

Till hope sur­passes sor­row­ing

Thy will is done.

Thy will is pure

O Lord

and just

And we

frail crea­tures of the dust

Through good or ill

can on­ly trust

Thy will is done.

For high above all earth­ly ill

Thy pur­er wis­dom work­eth still;

And we would wait

and trust

un­til

Thy will is done.

And through the clouds from sun­ny skies

A light shall fall where sor­row lies;

Thou speak­est

and the heart re­plies

Thy will is done.

Descend and make Thy good­ness known

Claim all cre­ation for Thine own

Then

when all hearts are Thine alone

Thy will be done.