Leila N. Morris, 1900

Copyright: Public Domain

1. 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.
   • Refrain:
     Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
     Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.