My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
Oh, may Thy will be mine!
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all re­sign;
Through sor­row, or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy peo­ple’s bread,
Their por­tion rich and sure.
The man­na of Thy Word
Let my soul feed up­on;
And if all else should fail,
My Lord, thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
If among thorns I go,
Still some­times, here and there,
Let a few ros­es blow.
But Thou on earth along
The thor­ny path hast gone;
Then lead me af­ter Thee;
My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
Though seen through ma­ny a tear,
Let not my star of hope
Grow dim or dis­ap­pear;
Since Thou on earth hast wept,
And sor­rowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
If loved ones must de­part,
Suffer not sor­row’s flood
To ov­er­whelm my heart;
For they are blest with Thee,
Their race and con­flict won;
Let me but fol­low them,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
When death it­self draws nigh,
To Thy dear wound­ed side
I would for re­fuge fly;
Leaning on Thee, to go
Where Thou be­fore hast gone;
The rest as Thou shalt please;
My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Je­sus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me;
Each chang­ing fu­ture scene
I glad­ly trust with Thee:
Straight to my home above
I trav­el calm­ly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done!