Poems (Helen Jenkins)/Thy Will be done

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THY WILL BE DONE.
Dim and obscure oft seems the way,
By many cares hedged in each day;
While eyes and heart the truant play,
    Seeking the light.

Through God's fair realm beneath, above,
In fancy, spirit-winged I move,
Till care and pain, by faith and love
    Are glorified.

The wonders of this world divine,
Its beauty, vastness of design,
To see and feel and love are mine
    Forevermore.

The splendors of the fields and trees,
All nature's forms which charm and please,
Bring me their sweetest ministries
    Of peace and joy.

God gave them each and all to me;
I worship them most reverently
As parts of His divinity—
    "Praise ye the Lord!"

O praise His name, that every day
His hand doth lead us on our way!
With sweetest trust, then, let us say,
    "Thy will be done."

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