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...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER |