Words: , Je­sus and Ma­ry, 1849.

Music: Belmont, Sac­red Mel­o­dies, by , 1812.

I worship thee, sweet will of God,
And all thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I long
To love thee more and more.

I love to kiss each print where thou
Hast set thine unseen feet;
I cannot fear thee, blessèd will,
Thine empire is so sweet.

He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;
God’s will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.

When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to thee.