Thy will be done.
Matthew 6:10

Words: This is a cento from John G. Whittier’s 1845 poem To My Friend on the Death of His Sister. It appeared in Voices of Freedom, sixth edition (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, et alibi: Thomas S. Cavender, 1846), pages 160–62:
Sophia Sturge, sister of Joseph Sturge, of Birmingham, the President of the British Complete Suffrage Association, died in the 6th mo. 1845.
She was the colleague, counsellor and ever ready helpmate of her brother in all his vast designs of beneficence. The Birmingham Pilot says of her, Never, perhaps, were the active and passive virtues of the human character more harmoniously and beautifully blended, than in this excellent woman.
Music: God’s Angels J. Hyatt Brewer, in The Academic Hymnal (New York: G. Schirmer, 1899), number 36 (🔊 pdf nwc)

With silence only as their benediction,
God’s angels come
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!
Yet, would I say what thy own heart approveth:
Our Father’s will,
Calling to Him the dear ones whom He loveth,
Is mercy still.
Not upon thee or thine the solemn angel
Hath evil wrought:
The funeral anthem is a glad evangel—
The good die not!
God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly
What He hath given;
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly
As in His heaven.