THE WILL OF GOD.
Thou sweet, my beloved Will of
God.
My
anchor ground, my fortress hill,
My spirit’s silent, fair abode,
In
thee I hide me and I 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.
Thy beautiful, sweet Will my God,
Holds
fast in 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
choice,
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.
Upon God’s will I lay me down,
As
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 min,
And Love shall cry a joyous Yes,
To every dear command of Thine.
