1. Thy will alone, dear Lord,
Is all I care to do
In all I act, or speak, or think,
While I remain below.

2. I care not what I do,
I care not where I go,
If thou wilt gently lead me, Lord,
Down thro' this vale of woe.

3. I'm not afraid to trust,
I see thy smiling face;
Thou hast drawn apart the veil for me,
Within the holiest place.

4. Then help me trust thee, Lord,
To all thy will I bow;
A humble suppliant at the throne,
Thou dost receive me now.