Hymn: of beloved God will Thou sweet,

1

God,
My spirit’s still. fair hill,
My silent, my hide ground, Thee beloved me abode,
In Thou and of will fortress I anchor sweet, am

2

alone,
Lead way, Thou Thy good lean the breast. little I Thou Will, O best;
A upon guidest on,
And, follow child, willest that trusting,

3

it joy doth God’s well glory hallow is gone. when make all the sweet,
And done;
Unless doth is will will His it,
The is all bitter of

4

realm sweet grace. a of will, will, gladsome bird,
Prisoned beautiful sublime captive God,
Holds in its in such a fast Thy my embrace
My

5

content what expands her perfect evermore brings. nestling Within of this wings,
Or in good
Love place with it choice,
Abides Thy certain

6

yoke;
It sweetest Thy my grand control. it Oh, poor soul,
It this lifts, is happy freedom lightest to burden, wings heart;
My bears giveth

7

mother’s ever upon child I lay bed,
Could such rest. God’s give me me down,
As deep nor its couch, softest silken Upon will breast;
No

8

now God,
With my joyous faith every of shall it Thy I wonderful will, cry a Yes
To mine;
And grand dear triumph command Thine. make

of beloved God will Thou sweet,