How sweet to be allowed to pray

To God, the Holy One;

With filial love and trust to say,

“O God, thy will be done.”

2 We in these sacred words can find

A cure for every ill;

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,

And bid all care be still.

3 O let that Will which gave me breath,

And an immortal soul,

In joy or grief, in life or death,

My every wish control.

4 O, could my heart thus ever pray,

Thus imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, with truth to say,

Thy will, not mine, be done.