"Thy Will be done!"
Let all the worlds
Resound with that divinest prayer!
The joyous souls redeemed from ill
Know all the wonders of Thy Will;
Heaven's highest bliss is surely this,—
"Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"

"Thy Will be done!"
Tis not Thy Will
That Sin or Sorrow rule the world.
Thy Will is Joy, and Hope, and Light;
Thy Will is All-Triumphant Right.
And so, exultantly, we cry,—
"Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"

"Thy Will be done!"
It is Thy Will
That all Life's wrongs should be redressed;
That burdened souls their bonds should break;
That Earth of Heavenly Joys partake.
And so, right wistfully, we cry,—
"Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"

"Thy Will be done!"
'Tis not Thy Will
That man should kiss a chastening rod;
But, heart abrim, and head to heaven,
Should praise his God for mercies given,
And ever cry right joyously,—
"Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"

"Thy Will be done!"
It is Thy Will
That Life should seek its golden prime,—
That strife 'twixt man and man should cease,—
That all Thy sons should build Thy peace.
And so, full longingly, we cry,—
"Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"

"Thy Will be done!"
Then Earth were Heaven,
If but Thy gracious Will prevailed;
If every will that worketh ill
Would bend to Thine, and Thine fulfil,
And with us pray,—"Bring in Thy Day!
Thy Will be done! Thy Will be done!"