±âµ¶±³ À½¾Ç
¼³±³ ¹æ¼Û±âµ¶±³ ¿µÈ­À½¾Ç µ¿¿µ»ó¿Àµð¿À ¼º°æµ¿¿µ»óÀÚ·á °Ë»ö½Ç
¿µ¾îÂù¼Û°¡ ¹è¿ì±â

Amy Grant ºÎ¸§/ Sweet Will Of God

³ë·¡ Á¦¸ñ: Sweet Will Of God

ÀÛ°î: Leila N. Mor¡©ris

ÀÌ ³ë·¡¿¡´Â ÈÄ·ÅÀÌ ¿©·µ Àִµ¥ Amy Grant °¡ ºÎ¸£´Â ³ë·¡¿¡¼­ ù¹øÂ° ÈÄ·ÅÀÌ ÀÚÁÖ ¹Ýº¹µË´Ï´Ù.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer;
Till I am wholly lost in Thee;

Àº ¿ì¸®¸»·Î ¹ø¿ªÇϱⰡ ¾ÆÁÖ ¾î·Æ°í ¿µ½Ã¿¡¼­¸¸ ±× Àǹ̸¦ À½¹ÌÇÒ ¼ö Àִ ǥÇöÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ´ÞÄÞÇϽжæÀÌ Á¦°Ô ´õ¿í °¡±îÀÌ ÆîÃÄÁö³ªÀÌ´Ù. 

Á¦°¡ ÁÖ´Ô ¾È¿¡¼­ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ »ç¶óÁú ¶§±îÁö. 

Till I am wholly lost in Thee  ÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ÁÖ´ÔÀÇ ¶æ¿¡ ¿ÂÀüÈ÷ ³»¸Ã±â´Â ½ÃÀÎÀÇ ½Å¾Ó½ÉÀÌ °­·ÂÇÏ°Ô ºñÃÄÁö´Â Ç¥ÇöÀΰ¡¿ä?   Amy Grant ÀÇ ³ë·¡¿¡¼­ µÇÇ®À̵Ǵ ÀÌ °¡»ç¸¦ À½¹ÌÇϸ鼭 °¨»óÇϼ¼¿ä.

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.

ÈÄ·Å

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.

ÈÄ·Å

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.

ÈÄ·Å

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.

ÈÄ·Å

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.


ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ ¹Ìµð À½¾ÇÀ¸·Î µé¾îº¸±â.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/s/w/sweetwog.htm


 
±âµ¶±³À½¾Ç

[¼³±³ ¹æ¼Û][±âµ¶±³ ¿µÈ­][À½¾Ç µ¿¿µ»ó][¿Àµð¿À ¼º°æ][µ¿¿µ»ó][ÀÚ·á °Ë»ö½Ç][»çÀÌÆ®¸Ê][News]

¡¡