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<h2>MY GOD, MY FATHER, WHILE I STRAY</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Thy will be done.” Matthew 6:10</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_l_elliott_c.html" target="_blank">Charlotte Elliott</a>, <em>The Invalid’s Hymn Book</em>, 1834.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hanford (Sullivan),” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_u_sullivan_as.html" target="_blank">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hanfords.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>My God, my Father, while I stray<br>
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Far from my home, on life’s rough way,<br>
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O teach me from my heart to say,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>Though dark my path, and sad my lot,<br>
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Let me be still and murmur not,<br>
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Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>What though in lonely grief I sigh<br>
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For friends beloved, no longer nigh,<br>
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Submissive still would I reply,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>If Thou shoulds’t call me to resign<br>
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What most I prize, it ne’er was mine:<br>
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I only yield Thee what is Thine;<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>Should pining sickness waste away<br>
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My life in premature decay,<br>
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My Father still I strive to say,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>Let but my fainting heart be blest<br>
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With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest,<br>
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My God, to Thee I leave the rest;<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>Renew my will from day to day;<br>
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Blend it with Thine, and take away<br>
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All that now makes it hard to say,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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<p>Then, when on earth I breathe no more<br>
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The prayer oft mixed with tears before,<br>
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I’ll sing upon a happier shore,<br>
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“Thy will be done!”</p>
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