THE WILL OF GOD
Thou Sweet
beloved Will of God,
My anchor ground, my fortress hill,
My spirit’s silent, fair abode,
In Thee I hide me and am still.
My anchor ground, my fortress hill,
My spirit’s silent, fair abode,
In Thee I hide me and am still.
Oh Will, that
willest good alone,
Lead Thou the way, Thou
guidest best;
A little child I follow on,
And trusting lean upon Thy breast.
A little child I follow on,
And trusting lean upon Thy breast.
Thy beautiful,
sweet Will my God,
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prisoned in such a realm of grace.
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prisoned in such a realm of grace.
Within this Place of certain good
Love evermore expands her wings;
Or, nestling in Thy perfect choices,
Abides content with what it brings.
Love evermore expands her wings;
Or, nestling in Thy perfect choices,
Abides content with what it brings.
Oh, sweetest
burden, lightest yoke,
It lifts, it bears my happy soul,
It giveth wings to this poor heart,
My freedom is Thy grand control.
It lifts, it bears my happy soul,
It giveth wings to this poor heart,
My freedom is Thy grand control.
Upon God’s will
I lay me down,
As a child upon its mother’s breast;
No silken couch, nor softest bed,
Could ever give me such sweet rest.
As a child upon its mother’s breast;
No silken couch, nor softest bed,
Could ever give me such sweet rest.
Thy wonderful, grand Will my God,
With triumph now, I make it mine,
And Love shall cry a joyous Yes,
To every dear command of Thine.
With triumph now, I make it mine,
And Love shall cry a joyous Yes,
To every dear command of Thine.
