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Poem November 23, 1861

The Weekly Mountain Democrat

Placerville, El Dorado County, California

What is this article about?

Devotional poem by John G. Whittier expressing faith and submission to God's will during times of trial and suffering, viewing present pain as contributing to future liberty.

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THY WILL BE DONE.
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

We see not, know not; all our way
Is night, with Thee alone is day.
From out the torrent's troubled drift,
Above the storm our prayers we lift,
Thy will be done!

The flesh may fail; the heart may faint!
But who are we to make complaint,
Or dare to plead, in times like these,
The weakness of our love of ease?
Thy will be done!

We take with solemn thankfulness
Our burden up, nor ask it less,
And count it joy that even we
May suffer, serve, or wait for Thee -
Thy will be done!

Though dim, as yet in tint and line,
We trace Thy picture's wise design,
And thank Thee that our age supplies
The dark relief for sacrifice.
Thy will be done!

And if, in our unworthiness,
Thy sacramental wine we press;
If from Thy ordeal's heated bars
Our feet are seamed with crimson scars,
Thy will be done!

If, for the age to come, this hour
Of trial hath vicarious power,
And, blest by Thee, our present pain
Be liberty's eternal gain,
Thy will be done!

Strike, Thou, the Master, we Thy keys;
The anthem of the destinies!
The minor of Thy loftier strain,
Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain,
Thy will be done!

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn Ode

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith Liberty Independence

What keywords are associated?

Thy Will Be Done Divine Submission Suffering Liberty Gain Religious Trial Whittier Poem

What entities or persons were involved?

By John G. Whittier.

Poem Details

Title

Thy Will Be Done.

Author

By John G. Whittier.

Key Lines

Thy Will Be Done! We Take With Solemn Thankfulness Our Burden Up, Nor Ask It Less, And Count It Joy That Even We May Suffer, Serve, Or Wait For Thee Thy Will Be Done! If, For The Age To Come, This Hour Of Trial Hath Vicarious Power, And, Blest By Thee, Our Present Pain Be Liberty's Eternal Gain, Thy Will Be Done!

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