It was a tune that I offered, described that song for the parts 'Cause I am the Composer's daughter, he plays the strings of the harp He takes the things I desire, he took the chords I have played My dross consumed by the fire, my song composed by the page Take my will and make it Yours I'm finding joy in the weight of my sorrow I feel it more in the way my heart aches I'm comforted even in that I know that You know me I think this is the Composer's way I think this is the Composer's way He takes the things I desire, he took the chords I have played My dross consumed by the fire, my song composed by the page This song is a second edition, working in parts of a whole After a faithful revision, I sing, "It is well with my soul!" Take my will and make it Yours I'm finding joy in the weight of my sorrow I feel it more in the way my heart aches I'm comforted even in that I know that You know me I think this is the Composer's way I think this is the Composer's way I think this is the Composer's way, oh