Thou sweet, beloved will of God

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.

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.

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.

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.

Oh

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.