1 Thy will alone, dear Lord,
Is all I care to do
In all I act or speak, or think,
While I remain below.

2 I care not what I do,
I care not where I go,
If Thou will gently lead me, Lord,
Down thro’ this vale of woe.

3 I’m not afraid to trust,
I see Thy smiling face;
Thou drew apart the veil for me,
Within the holiest place.

4 Then help me trust Thee, Lord,
To all Thy will I bow;
A supplicant at Thy great throne,
Thou dost receive me now.