Thou Sweet, Belovèd Will of God

Thou sweet

be­lov­èd will of God

My an­chor ground

my fort­ress hill

My spir­it’s si­lent

fair ab­ode

In thee I hide me and am still.

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.

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.

Within this place of cer­tain good

Love ev­er­more ex­pands her wings

Or

nest­ling in thy per­fect choice

Abides con­tent with what it brings.

O light­est bur­den

sweet­est 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 deep rest.

Thy won­der­ful grand will

my God

With tri­umph now I make it mine;

And faith shall cry a joy­ous Yes!

To eve­ry dear com­mand of Thine.