Verse 1
Father, thy will be done, not mine,
Thy only will be done!
To thee my Isaac I resign,
I render up my son.

Verse 2
Without a murmuring wish I give
The child thou gav’st to me;
Or let him to thy glory live,
Or let him die to thee.

Verse 3
I dare not deprecate the cross,
Or of my loss complain,
Assur’d my momentary loss
Is his eternal gain.

Verse 4
I hear the providential word,
I bless the will divine;
Remove him from my bosom, Lord,
And take him up to thine.