I worship Thee, most gracious God,And all Thy ways adore;And every day I live, I seemTo love Thee more and more.
When obstacles and trials seemLike prison walls to be,I do the little I can do,And leave the rest to Thee.
I have no cares, O blessèd Will,For all my cares are Thine;I live in triumph, Lord, for ThouHast made Thy triumphs mine.
He always wins who sides with God;To him no chance is lost;God’s will is sweetest to him whenIt triumphs at his cost.
Ill that He blesses is our good,And unblest good is ill;And all is right that seems most wrong,If it be His sweet will.