1 My God, my Father, make me strong,
When tasks of life seem hard and long,
To greet them with this triumph song:
Your will be done.

2 Draw from my timid eyes the veil
To show, where earthly forces fail,
Your pow'r and love must still prevail--
Your will be done.

3 With confident and humble mind
In service freedom I will find,
Praying through ev'ry toil assigned:
Your will be done.

4 What seems impossible I dare;
Yours is the call and yours the care.
Your wisdom shall the way prepare--
Your will be done.

5 Heav'n's music chimes the glad days in;
Hope soars beyond death, pain, and sin;
Faith shouts in triumph, Love must win--
Your will be done!