...stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done ! Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still,...breathe the prayer divinely taught, Thy will be done ! What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh, Submissive still I would reply,...

...though in lonely grief I gigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh. Submissive still I would reply. Thy will be done ! If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize — it ne'er was mine : 1 only yield thee what is thine : Thy will be done ! Should pining sickness waste away My strength...

...reader — you will be enabled to say, " Father, not as I will ; but as thou wilt :" " If Thou shouldat call me to resign What most I prize — it ne'er was mine ; I only yield thee what is thine : Thy will be done." MARRYING IN HASTE TO REPENT AT LEISURE. T was a bright May morning ;...

...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 !" If thou should'st call me to resign What most I pri/.e, it ne'er was mine : I only yield thee what was thine — " Thy will be done !" E'en if again...

...stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, 0 ! teach me from my heart to say, " Thy will be done!" Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me " be still " and murmu'- not ; Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, " Thy will be done!" What though in lonely grief...

...stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh ! teach me from my heart to say, " Thy will be done." 2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the pray'r divinely taught, " Thy will be done." 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends belov'd,...

...I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, 0 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, But breathe the prayer divinely taught, " Thy will be done." What though in lonely grief I sigh, For...

...though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive I would still reply — Thy will be done ! If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine, 1 only yield thee what was thine — Thy will be done ! If sickness wastes me to decay, Let me with...

...of Moriah which suggested the beautiful lines of Charlotte Elliott?— " If Thou should'st call mo to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what is Thine — Thy will be done." It would be well could we always remember this when pensively we tread...

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