Thy will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by Thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.

The stars of Heav’n are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours th’immortal years?

Father, forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid my soul on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.

There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.

E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Fa­ther, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go.