OH, my soul is filled with its yearning,

Dear Lord, and my heart is sad,

I long, how I long, to be spreading

The Truth that hath made me glad!

And the fields are white to the Harvest,

The daylight is almost spent,

I see all about me the reapers.

On their holy mission sent;

But mine eager hands Thou hast folded,

In weakness upon my breast;

Thou hast whispered, “I know thy longings,

My will for thee is to rest.”

Then alone with Thee in the twilight,

My poor, throbbing heart grows still,—

Since Thou closest my door of service,

I bow to Thy sovereign will.

I  know “to obey and to hearken”

Oft times proves the greater test,—

At Thy feet would I lie forever.

if thus I might serve Thee best!

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