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.