My stubborn will at last has yielded,
I would be Thine, and Thine alone
And this the prayer my lips are bringing,
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.
Thy precious will, O conquering Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,♥
My soul a prisoned bird set free.
Sweet will of God
Still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
-“Sweet Will of God” by Mrs. C.H. Morris