Weary in Well-Doing
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 unexpressedAnd 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 lurkAnd vex it so. 10
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;Day after day I plod and moil:But, Christ my God, when will it beThat I may let alone my toilAnd rest with Thee?