God's Will

I am not sent a pilgrim here, My heart with earth to fill; But I am here God's grace to learn, And serve God's 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 God's will.

Then hold my hand, most gracious Lord,Guide all my doings still;And let this be my life's one aim,To do, or bear thy will.

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