Thy Will Be Done.

Searcher of Hearts!--from mine erase
    All thoughts that should not be,
And in its deep recesses trace
    My gratitude to Thee!

Hearer of Prayer!--oh, guide aright
    Each word and deed of mine;
Life's battle teach me how to fight,
    And be the victory Thine.

Giver of All!--for every good--
    In the Redeemer came--
For raiment, shelter, and for food,
    I thank Thee in His name.

Father and Son and Holy Ghost!
    Thou glorious Three in One!
Thou knowest best what I need most,
    And let Thy will be done.

George Pope Morris

George Pope Morris was an American editor, poet, and songwriter. Born on October 10, 1802, he made significant contributions to American literature and music. Morris co-founded and edited the New York Evening Mirror, where he published works by Edgar Allan Poe and others. He is perhaps best known for his song "Woodman, Spare That Tree!" and his role in the early 19th-century literary scene. Morris died on July 6, 1864, leaving behind a legacy of editorial and creative work that influenced many American writers and musicians.

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