Thank you to Justin Taylor for posting a video on Charlotte Elliot, the author of the hymn, Just as I Am.
I had no idea she lived for decades with infirmities that kept her bed-ridden in her home. It adds several layers of seriousness to the words she wrote, calling out to God for help.
May we all say to the Father with her, ‘thy will be done!’
“My God, My Father, While I Stray” by Charlotte Elliot:1. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home on life’s rough way Oh, teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done.” 2. Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, “Thy will be done.” 3. What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply– “Thy will be done.” 4. Though Thou hast called me to resign What most I prized, it ne’er was mine; I have but yielded what was Thine– “Thy will be done.” 5. Should grief or sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, “Thy will be done.” 6. Let but my fainting heart be blest With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest; My God, to Thee I leave the rest– “Thy will be done.” 7. Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine and take away All that now makes it hard to say, “Thy will be done.” 8. Then, when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, I’ll sing upon a happier shore, “Thy will be done.”