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CONTENT

Nor asking how or why,
 Before thy will,
O Father, let my heart
 Lie hushed and still!

Why should I seek to know?
 Thou art all-wise;
If thou dost bid me go,
 Let that suffice.

If thou dost bid me stay,
 Make me content
In narrow bounds to dwell
 Till life be spent.

If thou dost seal the lips
 That fain would speak,
Let me be still till thou
 The seal shalt break.

If thou dost make pale Pain
 Thy minister,
Then let my patient heart
 Clasp hands with her.

Or, if thou sendest Joy
 To walk with me,