When On Earth I Breathe No More
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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
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore
Thy will be done
Richard Grubb
1886
65
From the Hymn My God and Father! While I stray, from the 8th verse
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!
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!
The full version:
1. My God and Father! while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
Oh! 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. If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was thine;
‘Thy will be done!'
“5. Should pining sickness waste away,
My life in premature decay,
My Father! still I strive to say,
‘Thy will be done!'
"6. If 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 now that 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!"'
1. My God and Father! while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
Oh! 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. If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was thine;
‘Thy will be done!'
“5. Should pining sickness waste away,
My life in premature decay,
My Father! still I strive to say,
‘Thy will be done!'
"6. If 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 now that 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!"'
Ballarat Cemetery
Victoria
1880’s
Adult (25 Years and Older)
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