I worship thee, sweet will of God,
And all thy ways adore;
And ev’ryday I live I seem
To love thee more and more.

I love to see thee bring to nought
the plans of wily men,
When simple heats outwit the wise,
On, thou art loveliest then.

I have no cares, oh blessèd Will,
For all my cares are thine;
I love in trumph, Lord, for thou
Hast made thy triumph mine.

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.