Hymn 250 — Thy will, O Lord, be done, whate'er the cost
| 250 | E. H. CHATER | 10.10.10.10. |
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Thy will, O Lord, be done, whate'er the cost To us, who but for Thee had still been lost; For Thou hast set us free Thy will to do, And Thou art set in love to bring us through. | |
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Thy will be done! It is Thy heart's desire For all Thine own. O may we never tire Daily therein to find our souls' delight, As we pursue our path through this dark night. | |
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Thy will be done! Thy holy will, so blest; Surely for us 'tis Thine own path of rest, To follow Thee and bear Thy yoke in love, Till called by Thee to yon blest realms above. | |
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Thy will be done; we'd wholly live to Thee, Till God shall call us home with Thee to be; Ever to dwell in love unmeasured, deep, We who are watching now, and they who sleep. | |