THY WILL NOT MINE by Prather Laughlin

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 15, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 46.

THY WILL NOT MINE.

By Prather Laughlin

YET not my will but Thine be done, O Lord, as thou hast said, Be this my life from day to day, Be this my meat, my bread, To do Thy bidding, faltering not; To fail not, tho I die, Rememb'ring Thou didst drink the cup That might not pass Thee by.

Thy will be done. But O, my Lord, Thou knowest the flesh is weak; Be Thou my strength, my shield, my guide; To stay my falling, speak. Forgive my frailty when I fall, And heed my suppliant cry, Thou who for me didst drink the cup That might not pass Thee by.

Thou who wast tempted like as I, Nor didst know aught of guile, Help me to do Thy will on earth For yet a little while, Till I shall burst the bonds of death, And sing Thy praise on high, Thou who for me didst drink the cup That might not pass Thee by. —Prather Laughlin.