I BOW ME TO THY WILL, O GOD

I bow me to Thy will, O God,
And all Thy ways adore,
And every day I live I'd seek
To please Thee more and more.

Why should I care, O blessed Lord?
Since all my cares are Thine;
Why not in triumph live, since Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine?

Lead on, lead on triumphantly,
O blessed Lord! Lead on;
Faith's pilgrim sons behind Thee seek
The road that Thou hast gone.

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 God blesses is our good,
And unblest good is ill;
And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will.