Sweet Will Of God

by Flora Kirkland

Sweet will of God, my refuge Thou,
My safe abiding place,
Till all the storms of life are past
And I shall see His face.

Not as I will, tho' dark the way,
I know my Lord is nigh:
His presence turneth night to day
He heareth ev'ry sigh.

Tho' from my life He seems to take
What I tho't wholy blest;
E'en if I might I would not choose,
My Father knoweth best.

Tho' sorrow fall upon my life
And darkness hide the light;
'Tis better so; He cannot err!
My Father's way is right.

So spare me not, but do thy will,
Thy blessed will, in me:
Work out Thine own good pleasure, till
Mine eyes my King shall see.

Chorus

Not as I will, my song shall be,
Tho' sometimes sung thro' tears;
Faith's rainbow lights the dakness cloud
And sweet, God's will appears.