Hymnal & Psalter

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. 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. O lightest burden, sweetest yoke! It lifts, it bears my happy soul; It giveth wings to this poor heart; My freedom is Thy grand control. 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. Thou wonderful, grand will, my God, With triumph now I make it mine; And faith shall cry a joyous "Yes!" To ev'ry dear command of Thine.