Its a hymn that portrays total surrender to the will of God, i especially like verse 2 and 7.
Stray
1. My God , my father, while i 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 prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done"
3. What though in lonely grief I sigh,
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will bw done"
4. Though thou hast called me to resign,
What most i prized, it ne'er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine,
"Thy will be done"
5. Should grief or sickness waste away,
My life in premature decay,
My father, still will I strive to say,
"Thy will be done"
6. Let but my fainting heart be blest,
With thy sweet spirit for its guest;
My God to thee I leave the rest,
"Thy will be done"
7. Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine and take away,
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done"
8. Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done"
~shalom~
1. My God , my father, while i 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 prayer divinely taught,
"Thy will be done"
3. What though in lonely grief I sigh,
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
"Thy will bw done"
4. Though thou hast called me to resign,
What most i prized, it ne'er was mine;
I have but yielded what was Thine,
"Thy will be done"
5. Should grief or sickness waste away,
My life in premature decay,
My father, still will I strive to say,
"Thy will be done"
6. Let but my fainting heart be blest,
With thy sweet spirit for its guest;
My God to thee I leave the rest,
"Thy will be done"
7. Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine and take away,
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done"
8. Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
"Thy will be done"