51.  Thy Will Be Done

1
Father, while our eyes are weeping
O’er the spoils that death has won,
We would, at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say, “Thy will be done.”

2
Though cast down, we’re not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone:
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord, “Thy will be done.”

3
Though today we’re filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing, “Thy will be done.”

4
By thy hands the boon was given;
Thou hast taken but thine own;
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore, “Thy will be done.”