Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding O'er the spoils that death has won, We would, at this solemn meeting, Calmly say, Thy will be done. Though cast down, we're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken; Blessed Lord--Thy will be done. Though today we're fill'd with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With Thy smiles of love returning, We can sing, Thy will be done. By Thy hands the boon was given, Thou hast taken but Thine own: Lord of earth, and God of heaven, Evermore--Thy will be done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD LOST THREADS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |