We Pray, Thy Will Be Done

We Pray, Thy Will Be Done

When troubles dark and stormy
Thou seest fit to send,
We beg Thee to Thy servants
Thy precious grace to lend.

O, Father and the Son,

We pray, Thy will be done.

When death, the stern dark reaper,
Takes from our jealous care
Those we most dearly cherish,
So innocent and fair,

O, Father and the Son,

We pray, Thy will be done.

We're tired of earthly struggles;
We long to be with Thee,
Where dwell departed dear ones
Beyond death's sullen sea.

O, Father and the Son,

We pray, They will be done.

Mrs. R.W. Watkins

4:7, p. 2

1890.11.08