My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

O 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!

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!

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.

Thus to my home above

I travel calmly on,

And sing, in life or death,

My Lord, Thy will be done!