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THY WILL BE DONE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 20, 1871

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 38, No. 1.

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“THY WILL BE DONE.”

By Emily Seaver

Thy will be done, oh! words too hard For lips to form, of stammering clay, Only a power divine can teach Only a child-like heart can say—
It must be done—as breaks the surf Upon the rock, and leaves no flaw, So our wild hopes and wishes beat; Beat vainly, on the perfect law.
And yet there is a bitter joy, To feel they are unconquered still, And rushing back they surge and soar Through the dark caverns of the will.
Saviour, thine is the might divine To tame those waves, and hush their roar, Till, willing slaves, they gently lay Their treasures on the eternal shore.
Only beneath thy blood-stained cross Can the wild inward warfare cease, But they who kneel there and resign Their all to thee, find perfect peace.
For oh! no joy of hopes fulfilled, Of answering love, of honor won For our proud hearts can equal this, To learn to say, Thy will be done. —Emily Seaver.