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