The Christians Life Is Born


The Christian’s life is born of faith
And triumphs in the hour of death;
It cries, while sinks life’s western sun,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.”

Refrain:
“God’s way!” by faith we understand;
“His will be done,” we see His hand;
“Not ours!” we learn it thro’ His Son;
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.”

With Jesus in the garden there,
We wrestle in heart-searching pray’r;
But, yielding, find the vict’ry won,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

‘Tis hard to trail our hopes in dust
And yield our wills in childlike trust;
This is our triumph in God’s Son,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

Nor sudden shock of Satan’s hand,
Nor pain, nor trial can withstand
The faith that simply rests upon
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]

We strain our vision’s eyes to see
The reason for life’s mystery;
But find, when life’s great race is run,
“It’s God’s way, His will be done.” [Refrain]