Thou Sweet Beloved Will of God

Thou sweet beloved Will of God,

My anchor ground, my fortress hill,

The Spirit’s silent fair abode,

In Thee I hide me and am still.

O Will, that willest good alone,

Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best;

A silent child, I follow on,

And trusting, lean upon Thy breast.

O lightest burden, sweetest yoke!

It lifts, it bears my happy soul;

It giveth wings to this poor heart;

My freedom is Thy grand control.

God’s Will doth make the bitter sweet,

And all is well when it is done;

Unless His Will doth hallow it,

The glory of all joy is gone.

Thou wonderful, grand will, my God,

With triumph now I make it mine;

And faith shall cry a joyous “Yes!”

To every dear command of Thine.

Stanzas 1,2 and 4: Gerhard Teersteegen, 1697-1769

Stanzas 3 and 5: Jean S. Pigott, 1845-1882