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Lyrics:
When He was in the garden in His darkest hour of life,
Jesus prayed to His Father with anguish deep inside.
He didn’t want to suffer, but great was His love.
He surrendered to God’s will and raised His eyes above.
Not my will; I lay it at Your feet.
Not my will; I find a peace so sweet
In yielding my ambitions,
My hopes, and all my dreams.
You always work more good
Than I could ever scheme;
So not My will, but Thine be done.
Sometimes You close a door,
And the next one opens up.
Sometimes we’re left in the hallway;
And the waiting feels unjust.
Then You show me all the people
That are passing by.
While I wait for Your direction,
Your name I’ll magnify!
Not my will; I lay it at Your feet.
Not my will; I find a peace so sweet
In yielding my ambitions,
My hopes, and all my dreams.
You always work more good
Than I could ever scheme;
So not My will, but Thine be done.
My life, Lord, is Yours to control,
I give You my heart and my soul.
I’ll seek Your will, never mine,
Rich treasures to find.
Not my will; I lay it at Your feet.
Not my will; I find a peace so sweet
In yielding my ambitions,
My hopes, and all my dreams.
You always work more good
Than I could ever scheme;
So not My will, but Thine be done.
My life, Lord, is Yours to control.
