I worship Thee, most gracious God, And all Thy ways adore; And every day I live, I seem To love Thee more and more. When obstacles and trials seem Like prison walls to be, I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to Thee. I have no cares, O blessèd Will, For all my cares are Thine; I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine. 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. |