Thy Will Be Done, I Will Not Fear

Thy will be done! I will not fear

The fate pro­vid­ed by Thy love;

Though clouds and dark­ness shroud me here

I know that all is bright ab­ove.

The stars of Heav’n are shin­ing on

Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;

The hopes of earth in­deed are gone

But are not ours th’im­mor­tal years?

Father

for­give the heart that clings

Thus trem­bling

to the things of time;

And bid my soul on an­gel wings

Ascend in­to a pur­er clime.

There shall no doubts dis­turb its trust

No sor­rows dim ce­les­ti­al love;

But these af­flict­ions of the dust

Like sha­dows of the night

re­move.

E’en now

above

there’s ra­di­ant day

While clouds and dark­ness brood be­low;

Then

Fa­ther

joy­ful on my way

To drink the bit­ter cup I go.