"Sweet Will of God"

[Nelson Bradford]

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.”

Refrain
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, footsore and weary;
The darksome path hath dreary grown.
But now a light has risen to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.

Thy precious will, O conquering Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul, a prisoned bird, set free.

Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What power from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.

- Leila N. Morris, 1900

Copyright 1993 - Lillenas Publishing Co.