No sorrow or pain is exempt from your gaze
Is it true that you move in mysterious ways?
Existing beyond your celestial design
Our Father, deserter, divine
Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun
Salvation is earned only Thy will be done
All children must learn we must conjecture as one
My will is Thine still and Thy will be done
Your children are many, do you count those that fell
As they slip through your fingers and descend into Hell?
It's what must transpire, it's just part of your plan
For the baby is born already damned
Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun
Salvation is earned only Thy will be done
All children must learn we must conjecture as one
My will is Thine still and Thy will be done
Thy will be done
We serve as one
As Earth is spun
Around the sun
Your son
Creator on high, is there more that you want
From the souls you forsook on the rock that we haunt?
Some look heavenward for a sign of your grace
But I look below, I know my place
Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun
Salvation is earned only Thy will be done
All children must learn we must conjecture as one
My will is Thine still and Thy will be done
My will is Thine
Salvation is earned
Thy will be done