The Will Of God

The will of God: what calm repose
To rest in this; I know He knows;
The noise of strife may rumble near - 
Above it all His voice I hear.

My finite mind can see no end
To that which may my path attend;
But as a child I blindly go
On paths He leads, for He doth know.

I know not what doth lie ahead,
But all shall be as He hath said;
His will alone shall be my meat,
For, oh, it is so very sweet.

My way would lead me to despair;
To walk alone I'd know not where;
But in His will, though way be rough
My path is smooth, and He's enough.

He knows the best where I should go;
Why should I tarry when I know
He's with me alway - to the end,
And is my never-failing Friend.

I'm only human; He's Divine;
So I will take His will not mine,
He knows far better what is best
To make me strong to stand each test.

My flesh would choose an easy way;
In blindness I should go astray;
So in the will of God Divine
In sweet submission I recline.

The will of God, Oh, what a home;
No more to stray, no more to roam;
No more my way - oh, what release,
To let Him lead - ah, this is peace!

Written by Mabelle Glen Halderman.

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