Sweet Will Of God

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."

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,

Till I am wholly lost in Thee;

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,

Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

I'm tired of sin, foot-sore and weary,

The dark-some path hath dreary grown,

But now a light has ris'n to cheer me;

I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.

Thy precious will, Oh conqu'ring Saviour,

Doth now embrace and compass me;

All discords hushed, my peace a river,

My soul a prisoned bird set free.

Shut in with Thee, Oh 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.

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