Verse 1
Father, if thou willing be,
Then my griefs a while suspend,
Then remove the cup from me,
Or thy strength’ning angel send;
Would’st thou have me suffer on?
Father, let thy will be done.
Verse 2
Let my flesh be troubled still,
Fill’d with pain or sore disease,
Let my wounded spirit feel
Strong, redoubled agonies,
Meekly I my will resign,
Thine be done, and only thine.
Verse 3
Patient as my great high-priest
In his bitterness of pain,
Most abandon’d and distrest,
Father, I the cross sustain;
All into thy hands I give,
Let me die or let me live.
Verse 4
Following where my Lord hath led,
Thee I on the cross adore,
Humbly bow like him my head,
All thy benefits restore,
Till my spirit I resign
Breath’d into the hands divine.