I would have gone; God bade me stay: I would have worked; God bade me rest.He broke my will from day to day, He read my yearnings unexpressed And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go: Now I would rest; God bids me work.He breaks my heart tossed to and fro, My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me; Day after day I plod and moil:But, Christ my God, when will it be That I may let alone my toil And rest with Thee?