Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 146

Father, if Thou willing be,
Then my griefs awhile suspend,
Then remove the cup from me,
Or Thy strengthening angel send;
Wouldst Thou have me suffer on?
Father, let Thy will be done.

Let my flesh be troubled still,
FilPd with pain or sore disease,
Let my wounded spirit feel
Strong redoubled agonies;
Meekly I my will resign,
Thine be done, and only Thine.

Patient as my great High-Priest
In His bitterness of pain,
Most abandon'd and distrest,
Father, I the cross sustain;
All into Thy hands I give,
Let me die, or let me live.

Following where my Lord hath led,
Thee I on the cross adore,
Humbly bow like Him my head,
All Thy benefits restore,
Till my spirit I resign,
Breathed into the hands Divine.