Thy Will Alone, Dear Lord,
Is All I Care To Do
In All I Act, Or Speak, Or Think,
While I Remain Below.

I Care Not What I Do,
I Care Not Where I Go,
If Thou Wilt Gently Lead Me, Lord,
Down Through This Vale Of Woe.

I’m Not Afraid To Trust,
I See Thy Smiling Face;
Thou Hast Drawn Apart The Veil For Me,
Within The Holiest Place.

Then Help Me Trust Thee, Lord;
To All Thy Will I Bow,
A Humble Suppliant At The Throne;
Thou Dost Receive Me Now.

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