1 There is a song I’ve learned to sing
Thro’ wondrous grace divine,
Since Christ is crowned my Lord and King,
He will be done, not mine.

Refrain:
His will be done, not mine,
His will be done, not mine;
My yielded heart with rapture sings,
His will be done, not mine.

2 If I must pass thro’ fiery tests
My being to refine,
I know that God knows what is best,
He will be done, not mine. [Refrain]

3 Tho’ earthly hopes be set at naught,
Why should I yet repine?
For Christ His all to me had brought,
He will be done, not mine. [Refrain]