F. W. Faber
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.