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?