How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
O God, 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 teach my heart the blessèd way,
To imitate Thy Son!
Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
Thy will, not mine, be done.