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.


I love to kiss each print where Thou

Hast set Thine unseen feet;

I cannot fear Thee, blessed will,

Thine empire is so sweet.


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.


When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.


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.


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.


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