Poems (Follen)/"Thy will be done"

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"THY WILL BE DONE."
How sweet to be allowed to pray  To God, the holy One; With filial love and trust to say,  "Father, thy will be done!"
We in these sacred words can find  A cure for every ill; They calm and soothe the troubled mind,  And bid all care be still.
O let that will, which gave me breath,  And an immortal soul,In joy or grief, in life or death,  My every wish control.
O could my heart thus ever pray,  Thus imitate thy Son! Teach me, O God, with truth to say,— "Thy will, not mine, be done."
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