1 My stubborn will at last hath yielded;
I would be Thine, and Thine alone,
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.
2 I'm tired of sin, footsore and weary,
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
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.
3 Thy precious will, O conqu'ring Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
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.
4 Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
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.