| My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done! | | 2 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. 547 The manna of thy word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail— My Lord, thy will be done! | | 3 My Jesus, as thou wilt: If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there, Let a few roses blow. But thou on earth, along The thorny pain hast gone; Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done! | | 4 My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear. Since thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done! | | 5 My Jesus, as thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow’s flood To overwhelm my heart; For they are blest with thee, Thy race and conflict won; Let me but follow them; My Lord, thy will be done! | | 6 My Jesus, as thou wilt! When death itself draws nigh, To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly. Leaning on thee, to go Where thou before hast gone; The rest as thou shalt please, My Lord, thy will be done. | | 7 My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene, I gladly trust with thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done! | |