Thy Will, Not Mine

I previously posted F. W. Pitt’s hymn The Rock and This is the True God. I haven’t found much biographical information on him, but what I feel is accurate can be found HERE.

The following poem is credited to F. W. Pitt in Christian Missions, a supplement to the Gospel Herald.

Lord, when I cannot understand

Thy silence in the hour

When I most need Thy helping hand

And Thy delivering power.

This shall my joy and comfort be.

That so it seemeth good to Thee.

When things on which my heart is set

Thy sovereign will denies.

If I am tempted to forget

That Thou art just and wise.

Let this my joy and comfort be.

That so it seemeth good to Thee.

When those I love from me depart

To mansions in the skies.

And sorrow overwhelms my heart

And blinds my weeping eyes.

Oh, Lord! Let this my comfort be.

That so it seemeth good to Thee.

Thus, onward to the very end.

My Lord, my God, my All,

I will not doubt my heavenly Friend;

But, whatsoe’er befall.

This shall my joy and comfort be.

That so it seemeth good to Thee.

— F. W. Pitt (as printed in Christian Missions, April, 1945, p. 20)