To Do Thy Will
I am not sent a pilgrim here,
My heart with earth to fill;
But I am here Gods grace to learn,
And serve Gods sovereign will.
He leads me on through smiles and tears,
Grief follows gladness still;
But let me welcome both alike,
Since both work out his will.
No service in itself is small,
None great, though earth it fill;
But that is small that seeks its own,
And great that seeks Gods will.
Then hold my hand, most gracious Lord,
Guide all my doings still;
And let this be my lifes one aim,
To do, or bear thy will.