7. What is the world to me! It rapidly must vanish; With all its gorgeous pomp Pale death it cannot banish; Its riches pass away, And all its joys must flee. But Jesus doth abide,— What is the world to me! 8. What is the world to me! My Jesus is my Treasure, My Life, my Wealth, my All, My Friend, my Love, my Pleasure, My heavenly Happiness And Bliss eternally. Once more, then, I would say, What is the world to me! G. M. Pfefferkorn, 1667; A. Crull, tr. 386 8, 8, 8, 4 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life’s rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done!” 2. Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not. Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, “Thy will be done!” 3. What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, “Thy will be done!” 4. Though Thou hast called me to resign What most I prized, it ne’er was mine; I have but yielded what was Thine: “Thy will be done!” 5. Should grief or sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, “Thy will be done!” 6. Let but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest; My God, to Thee I leave the rest: “Thy will be done!” 7. Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine and take away All that now makes it hard to say, “Thy will be done!” 8. Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I’ll sing upon a happier shore, “Thy will be done!” Charlotte Elliott, 1834. 387 6s 8 l My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Oh, may Thy will be mine! Into Thy hand of love I would my all resign. Through sorrow or through joy Conduct me as Thine own And help me still to say, My Lord, Thy will be done. 2. My Jesus, as Thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me Thy people’s bread, Their portion rich and sure. The manna of Thy Word Let my soul feed upon; And if all else should fail, My Lord, Thy will be done. 3. My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear, Since Thou on earth hast wept And sorrowed oft alone. If I must weep with Thee, My Lord, Thy will be done. 4. My Jesus, as Thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene I gladly trust with Thee. Straight to my home above I travel calmly on And sing in life or death, My Lord, Thy will be done.