| Your will be done, my God and Father
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| As in heaven, so on earth
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| My heart is drawn to self-exalting
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| Help me seek Your kingdom first
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| As Jesus walked, so I shall walk
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| Held by Your same unchanging love
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| Be still my soul, O lift your voice and pray:
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| 'Father, not my will but Yours be done'
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| How in that Garden he persisted
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| I may never fully know
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| The fearful weight of true obedience
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| It was held by him alone
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| What wondrous faith, to bear that cross!
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| To bear my sin, what wondrous love!
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| My hope was sure, when there my Saviour prayed:
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| 'Father, not my will but Yours be done'
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| When I am lost, when I am broken
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| In the night of fear and doubt
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| Still I will trust in my good Father
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| Yes, to one great King I bow!
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| As Jesus rose, so I shall rise
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| In ransomed glory at the throne
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| My heart restored
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| With all your saints I sing:
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| 'Father, not my will but Yours be done! |
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| As we go forth, our God and Father
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| Lead us daily in the fight
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| That all the world might see Your glory
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| And Your Name be lifted high
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| And in this Name we overcome
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| For You shall see us safely home
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| Now as your church, we lift our voice and pray:
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| 'Father, not my will but Yours be done! |
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