THY WILL, NOT MINE by M. J. Bahler

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 20, 1876

FromThe Review and Herald, Review and Herald, Vol. 48, No. 4.

THY WILL, NOT MINE.

By M. J. Bahler

Thy will, dear Father, even though Low in the dust I lie; Thy will, yes, thine; 'tis best, I know, Though all my pleasures die, Though dark and toilsome grows the way, Though slippery, steep, and rough, Only to know thou leadest me, Dear Father, is enough.

And if, perchance, thy face shall be Withdrawn amid the gloom, O help me, for the sake of Christ, For doubts to find no room; Helpless I bow before thee now, O Father, hear me pray! O make me thine by grace divine, I will not choose the way.

Thy will, not mine; thy will, O God, Thy will; for thine is best; Thy will, e'en though my heart bows low, And, weeping, finds no rest; If 'tis thy will that takes away The things I've learned to love, I know there's rest in Christ for me, And resting soon above.

I bow and kiss the rod, 'tis just That smitten I should be; My heart has been unlike to Christ, But turn me not away; O Heavenly Father, pardon now This selfish, wayward one, And seal me thine for Christ's dear sake; I would be thine alone.

O help me now to mend the work I've tried in vain to do; I know not how, but thou, O Lord, Canst make it fair and new. In any way, thou knowest best, Thy will, O God, not mine; Thy will, dear Father, though thou slay, Thy will, yes, ever thine. M. J. BAHLER.