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O will of God what are you, that overflows my soul?

Whence stems this surging current, this infinite control?

What force is this enslaving with chainless liberty?

A force and yet a whisper, directing me to thee.

Ahead the way lies formless, unplanned and unsurveyed,

My blind eyes strain the darkness to see what You have made.

Each doubting, trusting footstep to follow one pace more,

Reveals a new dimension, unknown undreamed before.

And then in light eternal when earthly light has waned,

All mysteries shall be open, co-incidence explained,

And as I view completed a pathless lifetime trod,

I bless you for your signposts, O perfect will of God.