Father, Thy Will Be Done (Wesley)

Father

Thy will be done

not mine

Thy on­ly will be done!

To Thee my Is­aac I re­sign

I ren­der up my son.

Without a mur­mur­ing wish I give

The child Thou gav’st to me;

Or let him to Thy glo­ry live

Or let him die to Thee.

I dare not dep­re­cate the cross

Or of my loss com­plain

Assured my mo­men­ta­ry loss

Is his eter­nal gain.

I hear the pro­vi­den­tial word

I bless the will di­vine;

Remove him from my bo­som

Lord

And take him up to Thine.