My God, my Fa­ther, make me strong,
When tasks of life seem hard and long,
To greet them with this tri­umph song,
Thy will be done.

Draw from my ti­mid eyes the veil,
To show, where earth­ly forces fail,
Thy pow­er and love must still pre­vail,
Thy will be done.

With con­fi­dent and hum­ble mind,
Freedom in ser­vice I would find,
Praying through ev­ery toil as­signed,
Thy will be done.

Things deemed im­pos­si­ble I dare;
Thine is the call and Thine the care;
Thy wis­dom shall the way pre­pare;
Thy will be done.

All pow­er is here and round me now;
Faithful I stand in rule and vow,
While ’tis not I, but ever Thou:
Thy will be done.

Heav’n’s mu­sic chimes the glad days in;
Hope soars be­yond death, pain and sin;
Faith shouts in tri­umph, Love must win;
Thy will be done.