I Worship Thee, Sweet Will of God

I worship Thee

sweet will of God!

And all Thy ways ad­ore

And ev­ery day I live I seem

To love Thee more and more.

Thou wert the end

the bless­èd rule

Of Je­sus’ toils and tears;

Thou wert the pas­sion of His heart

Those three and thir­ty years.

And He hath breathed in­to my soul

A spe­cial love of Thee

A love to lose my will in His

And by that loss be free.

I love to see Thee bring to naught

The plans of wi­ly men;

When sim­ple hearts out­wit the wise

Oh

Thou art love­li­est then!

The head­strong world

it press­es hard

Upon the Church full oft

And then how ea­si­ly Thou turn’st

The hard ways in­to soft.

I love to kiss each print where Thou

Hast set Thine un­seen feet;

I can­not fear Thee

bless­èd Will!

Thine em­pire is so sweet.

When ob­sta­cles and tri­als seem

Like pri­son walls to be

I do the lit­tle I can do

And leave the rest to Thee.

I know not what it is to doubt

My heart is ev­er gay;

I run no risk

for come what will

Thou al­ways hast Thy way.

I have no cares

O bless­èd Will!

For all my cares are Thine:

I live in tri­umph

Lord! for Thou

Hast made Thy tri­umphs mine.

And when it seems no chance or change

From grief can set me free

Hope finds its strength in help­less­ness

And gai­ly waits on Thee.

Man’s weak­ness

wait­ing up­on God

Its end can nev­er miss

For men on earth no work can do

More an­gel-like than this.

Ride on

ride on

tri­umph­ant­ly

Thou glo­ri­ous Will! ride on;

Faith’s pil­grim sons be­hind Thee take

The road that Thou hast gone.

He al­ways wins who sides with God

To him no chance is lost;

God’s will is sweet­est to him when

It triu­mphs at his cost.

Ill that He bless­es is our good

And un­blest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong

If it be His sweet Will!