682    S.M.     W. Gadsby
“Thy will be done.” Matt. 6. 10; Luke 11. 2

1 While Jesus whispers peace,
  And unctuously displays
  The matchless beauties of his grace,
  Our hearts approve his ways.

2 But when the Lord withdraws
  The unction of his love,
  His will we wickedly oppose,
  His judgments disapprove.

3 So fickle, false, and blind,
  Are these unstable hearts,
  We only are to God resigned,
  As he the grace imparts.

4 Father, thy will be done,
  In words we oft express;
  When in our hearts we want our own,
  And wish our sufferings less.

5 Dear God, our guilt forgive,
  Thy pardoning love display;
  And may we to thy glory live,
  Thy righteous will obey.

6 [Thy presence let us view,
  And give our conscience rest;
  The visits of thy love renew,
  Then do what thou think’st best.]