One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,
When I am wholly Thine;
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

May I remember that to Thee
Whate’er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all Thy bounties flow.

Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.

And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?
No, let me bless Thy name, and say
“The Lord is gracious still.”

A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.