I CANNOT think but God must know

 About the thing I long for so;

I know He is so good, so kind,

I cannot think but He will find

Some way to help, some way to show

Me to the thing I long for so!

I stretch my hand: it lies so near.

It looks so sweet, it looks so dear!

“Dear Lord,” I pray, “oh, let me know

If it is wrong to want it so!’

He only smiles; He does not speak;

My heart grows weaker and more weak

With looking at the thing so dear,

Which lies so far and yet so near.

“Now, Lord, I leave at Thy dear feet

This thing which looks so near, so sweet;

I will not seek, I will not long;

I almost fear I have been wrong.

I’ll go and work the harder, Lord,

And wait till by some loud, clear word

Thou callest me to Thy loved feet

To take this thing so dear, so sweet!”

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