The Chris­tian’s life is born of faith
And tri­umphs in the hour of death;
It cries, while sinks life’s west­ern sun,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

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God’s way! by faith we un­der­stand;
His will be done, we see His hand;
Not ours! we learn it thro’ His Son;
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

With Je­sus in the gar­den there,
We wres­tle in heart-searching pray­er;
But, yield­ing, find the vic­to­ry won,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

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‘Tis hard to trail our hopes in dust
And yield our wills in child­like trust;
This is our tri­umph in God’s Son,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

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Nor sud­den shock of Sa­tan’s hand,
Nor pain, nor tri­al can with­stand
The faith that simp­ly rests up­on
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

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We strain our vi­sion’s eyes to see
The rea­son for life’s mys­te­ry;
But find, when life’s great race is run,
It’s God’s way, His will be done.

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