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THY WILL, NOT MINE

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jan 11, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 2.

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“THY WILL, NOT MINE.”

‘Into Thine outstretched hand We lay it all; Only at Thy command Can ill befall; And secret good must hide In seeming ill, Welcomed and loved, because It is Thy will.
Thy will that takes the sting From every care; Thy will that joy can bring From our despair; Thy will that turns to gain Our shame and loss, That lets the crown remain, And takes our cross.
Dear Lord, Thy gracious will, Once understood, We in Thy hands lie still; Make Thou us good. No fear, no care have we, No way, no choice; Whate’er Thy teaching be, We must rejoice.
Even the rod is sweet In Thy employ, There can be at Thy feet Nothing but joy; And naught but sweetest peace In any smart, For souls whose life is hid In God’s great heart.
—American Reformer.