Father Now Hear Me Pray

Father, now hear me pray,
Darkness obscures my way;
Help me in faith to say,
“Thy will be done.”

Bid doubts and terrors flee,
‘Till I can say to Thee,
With trembling though it be,
“Thy will be done.”

Help me, my Lord, to see,
In dark Gethsemane,
Saying, while crush’d for me,
“Thy will be done.”

Father, thy grace supply,
And though I live or die,
Trusting, help me to cry,
“Thy will be done.”