My God, my Father, while I stray
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My God, my Father, while I stray, Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done!" What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh, Submissive would I still reply, "Thy will be done!" If thou shouldst call me to resign What I most prize, it ne'er was mine; I only yield thee what is thine: Thy will be done! Let but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest: Thy will be done! Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!" |
Deus Pater, vagantem me procul per ardua viae ex corde dicere doce "Ut tu voles!" Licet tenebris opprimar, sim constans neve conquerar; silens docente te loquar: "Ut tu voles!" Cum solitudinem gemam tot comitumque absentiam, summisse tum respondeam: "Ut tu voles!" Quod habeo carissimum si poscis, haud erat meum; cedo tibi quod est tuum, ut tu voles. Beato corde languido dulci tuo Paraclito, quod restat tibi dedico, ut tu voles. Mens mane nova congruat menti tuae: fac pereat quodcumque dicere vetat "Ut tu voles!" |