One prayer I have—all prayers in one—
When I am wholly Thine;
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

All-wise, al­migh­ty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

Is life with many comforts crowned,
Upheld in peace and health,
With dear affections twined around?
—Lord, in my time of wealth—

May I remember that to Thee,
Whate’er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me,
May all Thy bounties flow.

Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.

And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?
No, let me bless Thy name, and say,
The Lord is gracious still.

A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

Write but my name upon the roll
Of Thy redeemed above;
Then heart, and mind, and strength and soul,
I’ll love Thee for Thy love.