O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
      And help me to resign

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
      And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
      And make thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at thy command,
      Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
      That wipes away my tears?

No, rather let me freely yield
      What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
      Or wilt withhold, from me.

Thy favor, all my journey through,
      Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
      'Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!

But ah! my inward spirit cries,
      Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies
      Drives all these thoughts away.

~ William Cowper

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