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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.”
I would be Thine, and Thine alone,
And this the prayer my lips are bringing,
“Lord, let in me Thy will be done.”
FMy
stubborn
Cmwill
Fat
last hath
A#yield
ed; GmI
would be
CmThine,
Fand
Thine a
Gmlone,
And
Fthis
the
A#prayer
my lips are
Dmbring
ing, "Lord, let in
D#me
CmThy
will be
Fdone."
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee;
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
Till I am wholly lost in Thee;
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
Sweet will of
CmGod,
Fstill
fold me
A#clos
er, GmTill
I am
Cmwhol
Fly
lost in
GmThee;
Sweet
Fwill
of
A#God,
still fold me
Dmclos
er, Till I am
D#whol
Cmly
lost in
FThee.
2
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.
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light has ris’n to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.
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.
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light has ris’n to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.
3
Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul a prisoned bird set free.
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul a prisoned bird set free.
Thy precious will, O conqu’ring Savior,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul a prisoned bird set free.
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul a prisoned bird set free.
4
Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.
Shut in with Thee, O Lord, forever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow’r from Thee my soul can sever?
The center of God’s will my home.
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Irvine, CA, United States
Lord, work out Your will in us!
Anaheim, CA, United States
"But now a light has ris'n to cheer me; I find in Thee my Star, my Sun."
Austin, Texas, United States
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.
Arvada, Colorado, United States
"Lord, let in me Thy will be done."
“Lord, let in me Thy will be done.”
Malabon, Philippines
And this is the prayer my lips are bringing, "Oh, Lord let in me Thy will be done!"
Anaheim, CA, United States
"Oh Lord let in me Thy will be done!"
Atlanta, GA, United States
Lord, let in me Thy will be done!