The Treasury Of Sacred Song

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.

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.