Thy will, O God, is joy to me,
A gladsome thing;
For in it naught but love I see,
Whate'er it bring.
No bed of pain, no rack of woe--
Thy will is good;
A glory wheresoe'er I go,
My daily food.
Within the circle of thy will
All things abide;
So I, exulting, find no ill
Where thou dost guide.
In that resplendent will of thine
I calmly rest;
Triumphantly I make it mine,
And count it best.
To doubt and gloom and care and fear
I yield no jot;
Thy choice I choose, with soul sincere,
Thrice happy lot!
In all the small events that fall
From day to day
I mark thy hand, I hear thy call,
And swift obey.
I walk by faith, not sense or sight;
Calm faith in thee;
My peace endures, my way is bright,
My heart is free.
Unfaltering trust, complete content,
The days ensphere,
Each meal becomes a sacrament,
And heaven is here.
--James Mudge.