My God my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" Tho' dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done!" Let 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!" 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!"Samoviy Otamizga bsẖwq wḥnyn Áldott légy nagy jóságodért Ah, Rabbimiz, bizim için haca gerildin هيا تعالوا نفرح وننشد Chihowa im ʋlla pia Jeso Tompo! Vatolampy. Тунда ёғду จงแสวงหาแผ่นดินของพระเจ้า Svätý, svätý, svätý, Pán Boh zástupov
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