I bow me to Thy will, O God!
And all Thy ways adore,
And every day I live, I’d seek
To please Thee more and more.
Thy will the end, the blessed rule,
Of Jesus’ toils and tears;
Thy will the passion of His heart,
Those three-and-thirty years.
And He hath breathed into my soul
A special love to Thee —
A love to lose my will in Thine,
And by that loss be free.
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 care, O blessed Lord!
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, too, for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
Lead on, lead on, triumphantly,
O blessed Lord! Lead on;
Faith’s pilgrim sons behind Thee seek,
The road that Thou hast gone.
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