The Will of God

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

O will, that willest good alone, lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best; a little child, I follow on, and trusting, lean upon Thy breast.

Verse 3

God’s will doth make the bitter sweet, and all is well when it is done; unless His will doth hallow it, the glory of all joy is gone.

Verse 4

Self, sense, and reason, they may scorn that hidden way that leads on high- still be my deepest will uptorn, and so the pow'r of nature die.

Verse 5

And if in gloom I see Thee now, I lean upon Thy love unknown- in me Thy blessed will is wrought, if I will nothing of my own.

Verse 6

O spirit of a little child, of will bereft, untroubled, pure, I seek Thy glory undefiled; Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure.

Verse 7

O will of God, my soul’s desire, my bread of life in want and pain; O will of God, my guiding fire, unite my will to Thine again.

Verse 8

O will, in me Thy work be done, for time, and for eternity- give joy or sorrow, all are one to that blest soul that loveth Thee.