Thy will be done! I will not fear

The fate provided by thy love;

Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,

I know that all is bright above.

2 The stars of heaven are shining on,

Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;

The hopes of earth indeed are gone,

But are not ours the immortal years?

3 Father! forgive the heart that clings,

Thus trembling, to the things of time;

And bid my soul, on angel wings,

Ascend into a purer clime.

4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,

No sorrows dim celestial love;

But these afflictions of the dust,

Like shadows of the night, remove.

5 E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,

While clouds and darkness brood below;

Then, Father, joyful on my way

To drink the bitter cup I go.