Thy Will Be Done Poem by John Bowring

Father, I bend before Thy sacred shrine,
In grateful reverence to Thy will divine,
And I, Thy child, rejoicing, make it mine
Because, oh! all benignant One, 'tis Thine.
Guided by Thee, I know that each design
Is love and mercy; and in every line
Can trace a purpose, blessèd and benign.
How should I then reprove Thee or repine,
Whose highest ends with gentlest means entwine,
In whom all wisdom, kindness, care combine?