“Thy will be done.” Matt. 6. 10; Luke 11. 2
W. Gadsby S.M.
1
While Jesus whispers peace,
And unctuously displays
The matchless beauties of his grace,
Our hearts approve his ways.
2
But when the Lord withdraws
The unction of his love,
His will we wickedly oppose,
His judgments disapprove.
3
So fickle, false, and blind,
Are these unstable hearts,
We only are to God resigned,
As he the grace imparts.
4
Father, thy will be done,
In words we oft express;
When in our hearts we want our own,
And wish our sufferings less.
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Dear God, our guilt forgive,
Thy pardoning love display;
And may we to thy glory live,
Thy righteous will obey.
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[Thy presence let us view,
And give our conscience rest;
The visits of thy love renew,
Then do what thou think’st best.]
