I thank Thee, Lord, that I may live
A simple life of childlike trust;
Believe, obey, receive, and give,
Because I may - not that I must.
What bliss in perfect love to dwell -
What ease to live from day to day!
All can be only always well
That’s left to Thee, because I may.
Tried, tempted oft, and suffering still,
Since all my life is planned by Thee,
I would accept Thy perfect will
As love’s best, only thing for me;
For I, with unencumbered heart,
Would let Thee ever have Thy way,
And cultivate the artless art
Of trusting Thee because I may.
Sweet life of trust! May it be mine,
In foretaste of the ease above,
Each care and burden to resign,
And lean and rest on perfect love;
Nor would I bow because I must,
But, pleased to yield, glad to obey,
In loving, fearless, constant trust,
I’d serve, and sing because I may.
