Guest guest Posted May 3, 2000 Report Share Posted May 3, 2000 Though Thou hast called me to resign What most I prized, it ne'er was mine; I have but yielded what was Thine- " Thy Will be done. " Should grief or sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, " Thy Will be done. " Let but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its' Guest; My God to Thee I leave the rest- " Thy Will be done. " Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine and take away All that now makes it hard to say, " Thy will be done. " (Charlotte Elliot, 1789-1871) Blessings to you and yours! _______________________________________________________ Get 100% FREE Internet Access powered by Excite Visit http://freelane.excite.com/freeisp Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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