G. Ter Steegen.
tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899
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.
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.
Self, Sense, and Reason, they may scorn
That hidden way that leads on high --
Still be my deepest will uptorn,
And so the power of Nature die.
And if in gloom I see Thee not,
I lean upon Thy love unknown --
In me Thy blessed Will is wrought,
If I will nothing of my own.
O spirit of a little child,
Of will bereft, untroubled, pure,
I seek thy glory undefiled;
Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure.
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.
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.