I bow me to Thy will, O God

I bow me to Thy will, O God, And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live I'd seek To please Thee more and more.

Why should I care, O blessed Lord? Since all my cares are Thine; Why not in triumph live, since Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine?

Lead on, lead on triumphantly, O blessed Lord! Lead on; Faith's pilgrim sons behind Thee seek The road that Thou hast gone.

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 God blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His sweet will.