If it be His will I shall be satisfied,
Even though my fondest wishes be denied;
I will wait in patience, trust His promise still;
I will learn to say “It is my Master’s will.”
If it be His will, 
I will wait in patience, trust His promise still;
Though my cup of sorrow to the brim He fill,
I will sweetly say “It is my Master’s will.”

If it be His will I’ll bid farewell to ease,
Give my time and talent my dear Lord to please,
Knowing all His promises He will fulfill;
Use me, blessed Master, if it is Thy will.
If it be His will, 
I will wait in patience, trust His promise still;
Though my cup of sorrow to the brim He fill,
I will sweetly say “It is my Master’s will.”

If it be His will I’ll spread the news abroad,
How my sins are pardoned through the Lamb of God;
How His precious blood atones for every ill,
Lord, I’ll speak Thy message, if it is Thy will.
If it be His will, 
I will wait in patience, trust His promise still;
Though my cup of sorrow to the brim He fill,
I will sweetly say “It is my Master’s will.”