Sweet Will of God

Verse 1

My stubborn will at last hath yielded; I would be Thine, and Thine alone; And this the prayer my lips are bringing, Lord, let in me Thy will be done.

Chorus

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer, Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

Verse 2

I’m tired of sin, footsore and weary, The darksome path hath dreary grown; But now a light has ris’n to cheer me; I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.

Verse 3

Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior, Doth now embrace and compass me; All discords hushed, my peace a river, My soul, a prisoned bird set free.

Verse 4

Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever, My wayward feet no more to roam; What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever? The center of God’s will my home.