F. W. Faber

C.M.

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.

2

I love to kiss each print where Thou

Hast set Thine unseen feet;

I cannot fear Thee, blessed will,

Thine empire is so sweet.

3

I have no cares, O blessed will,

For all my cares are Thine;

I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou

Hast made Thy triumphs mine.

4

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.

5

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.

6

Ill that He blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong

If it be His sweet will.