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.

 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.

 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.

 4 

Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,

   Hold fast in its sublime embrace

My captive will, a gladsome bird,

   Prisoned in such a realm of grace.

 5 

Within this place of certain good

   Love evermore expands her wings,

Or nestling in Thy perfect choice,

   Abides content with what it brings.

 6 

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.

 7 

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.

 8 

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.