Sweet Will of God - Amy Grant

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

Til I am wholly lost in Thee

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer

Til 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 ris’n to cheer me

I find in Thee my Star, my Sun

Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior

Doth now embrace and compass me

The storms have ceased, my peace a river

My soul a prisoned bird set free