I wor­ship Thee, most gra­cious God,
And all Thy ways adore;
And ev­ery day I live, I seem
To love Thee more and more.

When ob­st­acles and tri­als seem
Like 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 Thou
Hast made Thy tri­umphs 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.

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.