When In The Wondrous Realms Above
Our Savior Had Been Called Upon
To Save Our World Of Sin By Love,
He Said, “Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done.”

The King Of Kings Left Worlds Of Light,
Became The Meek And Lowly One;
In Brightest Day Or Darkest Night,
He Said, “Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done.”

No Crown Of Thorns, No Cruel Cross
Could Make Our Great Redeemer Shun.
He Counted His Own Will But Naught,
And Said, “Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done.”

We Take The Bread And Cup This Day
In Memory Of The Sinless One,
And Pray For Strength, That We May Say,
As He, “Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done.”

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