I Worship Thee, Most Gracious God

I wor­ship Thee

most gra­cious God

And all Thy ways ad­ore;

And ev­ery day I live

I seem

To love Thee more and more.

When ob­st­acles and tri­als seem

Like pri­son walls to be

I do the lit­tle I can do

And leave the rest to Thee.

I have no cares

O bless­èd Will

For all my cares are Thine;

I live in tri­umph

Lord

for Thou

Hast made Thy tri­umphs mine.

He al­ways wins who sides with God;

To him no chance is lost;

God’s will is sweet­est to him when

It tri­umphs at his cost.

Ill that He bless­es is our good

And un­blest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong

If it be His sweet will.