I worship Thee, Sweet Will of GOD! And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live, I seem To love Thee more and more. | Thou wert the end, the blesséd rule Of our Saviour's toils and tears; Thou wert the passion of His Heart Those Three-and-thirty years. | And He hath breathed into my soul A special love of Thee, A love to lose my will in His, And by that loss be free. | He always wins who sides with GOD, To him no chance is lost; GOD's Will is sweetest to him, when It triumphs at his cost. 317 | When obstacles and trials seem Like prison-walls to be, I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to Thee. | |