My stubborn will at last hath yielded
I would be Thine, and Thine alone
And this the prayer my lips are bringing
Lord, let in me Thy will be done
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer
Till I am wholly lost in Thee
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer
Till I am wholly lost in Thee
I’m tired of sin, footsore and weary
The darksome path hath dreary grown
But now a light has ris’n to cheer me
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun
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Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior
Doth now embrace and compass me
All discords hushed, my peace a river
My soul, a prisoned bird, set free
Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever
My wayward feet no more to roam
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home
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