Oh sweet beloved will of God, My anchor ground, my fortress hill, My spirit’s silent, fair abode, In Thee I hide, my heart is still. Thy beautiful sweet will, my God, Holds fast in its sublime embrace, My captive will, a gladsome bird, Prisoned in your realm of grace. Upon God’s will I lay me down, As child upon its mother’s breast, No silken couch, nor softest bed, Could ever give me truer rest.
