![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=ldsCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Vincent Fosbery - 1850 - 416 pàgines
...With Thy sweet spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest :— "Thy will be done!" 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!" Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mix'd with tears before,... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=7_oDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1850 - 704 pàgines
...For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would be my cry, " Thy will be done !" 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!" Though thou hast call'd me to resign What I most prized, (it ne'er was mine,)... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=XVcEAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1850 - 560 pàgines
...Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest ; Thy will, my God, Thy will be done. Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that makes it hard to say Thy will, my God, Thy will be done. Then when on earth I breath no more The prayer... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=rNsCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Daniel Newham - 1850 - 336 pàgines
...What most I prized, (it ne'er was mine) I only yield Thee what is Thine, Thy will be done. 3 Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and! take away Whatever makes it hard to say, Thy will be done. 4 And when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer,... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=_av7AkZYrHEC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Virgil Corydon Taylor - 1850 - 398 pàgines
...ne'er waa mine, — I on - ly yield tliee what is thine ; " Thy will, my God, be done." 6. Re • new my will from day to day. Blend it with thine, and take a - way Whntc'er now makes it bard to say, "Thy will, my God, be done." ;• J. .T--JJ j-./j^.jj -,... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=yA0DAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Hymns - 1851 - 266 pàgines
...With Thy good Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leare the rest — Thy will be done ! 4. O train 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 ! • 5. So, when my earthly course is o'er, The prayer, oft mixed with anguish... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=sgwDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Henry Kemp Richardson - 1851 - 364 pàgines
...Thy sweet Spirit for its guest. My God, to Thee I leave the rest; — " Thy will be done ! " 6 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 ! " 7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer, oft mix'd with tears... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=CNoCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Willoughby Willey - 1852 - 336 pàgines
...prize — it ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what was Thine, Thy will be done — Thy will be done. 4 Control 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 — Thy will be done. 5 And when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=CA0DAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Villers - 1852 - 160 pàgines
...With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God ! to Thee I leave the rest, " Thy will be done." 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." HYMN 77. Heaven the home of the Christian. WHILE through this changing world... | |
![](https://books.google.ad/books/content?id=--QCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Francis King (of Newry.) - 1852 - 88 pàgines
...With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest, — "Thy will be done !" Kenew 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!" Then when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears... | |
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