First Line: Thou sweet beloved will of God,

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 wiliest good alone,
Lead thou the way, thou guidest best:
A little child, I follow on,
And trusting, lean upon thy breast.

3 Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prisoned in such a realm of grace.

4 Within this place of certain good
Love evermore expands her wings,
Or nestling in Thy perfect choice.
Abides content with what it brings.

5 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.

6 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.

7 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.