THY WILL BE DONE

John Greenleaf Whittier

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We see not, know not; all our way Is night, - with Thee alone is day: From out the torrent's troubled drift, Above the storm our prayers we life, Thy will be done! The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint, Or dare to plead, in times like these, The weakness of our love of ease? Thy will be done! We take with solemn thankfulness Our burden up, nor ask it less, And count it joy that even we May suffer, serve, or wait for Thee, Thy will be done! Though dim as yet in tint and line, We trace Thy picture's wise design, And thank Thee that our age supplies Its dark relief of sacrifice. Thy will be done! If, for the age to come, this hour Of trial hath vicarious power, And, blest by Thee, our present pain Be Liberty's eternal gain, Thy will be done! Strike, Thou the Master, we Thy keys, The anthem of our destinies! The minor of Thy loftier strain, OUr hearts hall breath the old refrain, Thy will be done!