I love thy will, O God!
Thy blessed, perfect will,
In which this once rebellious heart
Lies satisfied and still.
I love thy will, O God!
It is my joy, my rest;
It glorifies my common task,
It makes each trial blest.
I love thy will, O God!
The sunshine or the rain;
Some days are bright with praise, and some
Sweet with accepted pain.
I love thy will, O God!
O hear my earnest plea,
That as thy will is done in heaven
It may be done in me!
--Bessie Pegg MacLaughlin.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
--Tr. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.