Sweet Will of God
(Leila N. Morris)

My stubborn will at last has yielded;
I would be thine and thine alone;
And this prayer my lips are bringing,
Lord, let in me thy will be done.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer;
Til I am wholly lost in thee;
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Til I am wholly lost in thee.

I am tired of sin, footsore and weary,
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light has ris’n to cheer me;
I find in thee my Star, my Sun.


Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
The storms have ceased, 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 pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.