O Lord, my God, do Thou Thy holy will

1.

O Lord, my God, do Thou Thy holy will

I will lie still

I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm

And break the charm

Which lulls me, clinging to my Father’s breast

In perfect rest

2.

To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart

Doth Christ impart

The virtue of His midnight agony

When none was nigh

Save God and one good angel, to assuage

The tempest’s rage

3.

O Father, not My will, but Thine be done?

So spake the Son

Be this our charm, mellowing earth’s ruder noise

Of griefs and joys

That we may cling for ever to Thy breast

In perfect rest