MY STUBBORN WILL AT LAST HATH YIELDED

My stubborn will at last hath yielded,

I would be Thine and Thine alone;

and this the prayer my lips are bringing,

Lord, let in me Thy will be done.




Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,

till I am wholly lost in Thee;

sweet will of God, still fold me closer,

till I am wholly lost in Thee.




I'm tired of sin, footsore and weary,

the darksome path hath dreary grown,

but now a light has risen to cheer me!

I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.




Thy precious will, O conquering Saviour,

doth now embrace and compass me;

all discords hushed, my peace a river,

my soul, a prisoned bird set free.




Shut in with Thee, O Lord, for ever,

my wayward feet no more to roam;

what power from Thee my soul can

sever?

The centre of God's will my home