Thy Will Be Done by The Watchman

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Feb 18, 1904

“Thy Will Be Done”

By The Watchman

YESTERDAY, when I said, “Thy will be done,” I knew not what that will of thine would be, What clouds would gather black across my sun, What storms and desolation waited me; I knew thy love would give me what was best, And I am glad I could not know the rest.

“Thy will be done,” I say, and to the scroll Of unread years consenting, set my name; Day after day their pages will unroll In shining words that prove thy love the same, Until my years are gathered into one Eternal, sanctified “thy will be done.” —The Watchman.