163. Sweet Will of God

My stubborn will at last hath yielded; I would be thine, and thine alone; And this the pray’r my lips are bringing, Lord, let in me thy will be done.

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.

2.

I’m 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.

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.

3.

Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior, doth now embrace and compass me; All discords hushed, my peace a river, my soul, a prisoned bird, set free.

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.

4.

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.

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.