Текст песни Thy Will Be Done - VocalEssence Chorale

Thy will be done, the Saviour said
And bowed to earth his sacred head
The sands of life had nearly run
My Father, let thy will be done
Thy will, not mine, be done

No watch his spent disciples kept
Amid the shadows deep they slept
But silent angels waiting there
Beheld his agony of prayer
Thy will, not mine, be done

His soul foresaw the cruel scorns
The brutal scourge, the crown of thorns
And, darker than Gethsemane
The shadows of th' accursed tree
Thy will, not mine, be done

What though he felt in that dread hour
The storms of human passions low'r
Nor pain, nor death, his soul would shun
My Father, let thy will be done
Thy will, not mine, be done