1 Thou sweet beloved will of God,
my anchor ground, my fortress hill,
my spirit’s silent fair abode,
in thee I hide me and am still.
2 O will, that willest good alone,
lead thou the way, thou guidest best;
a little child, I follow on,
and trusting, lean upon thy breast.
3 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.
4 Self, sense, and reason, they may scorn
that hidden way that leads on high--
still be my deepest will uptorn,
and so the pow'r of nature die.
5 And if in gloom I see thee not,
I lean upon thy love unknown--
in me thy blessèd will is wrought,
if I will nothing of my own.
6 O spirit of a little child,
Of will bereft, untroubled, pure,
I seek thy glory undefiled;
Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure.
7 O will of God, my soul’s desire,
my bread of life in want and pain;
O will of God, my guiding fire,
unite my will to thine again.
8 O will, in me thy work be done,
for time, and for eternity--
give joy or sorrow, all are one
to that blest soul that loveth thee.
|First Line:||Thou sweet beloved will of God|
|Title:||Thou Sweet Beloved Will of God|
|Author:||Gerhard Tersteegen (1729)|
|Translator:||Frances Bevan (1899)|
|Topic:||Comfort, Death, and Glory|
|Source:||William Gardiner's Sacred Melodies, 1815|
|Notes:||Higher key: no. 228|