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Now, out of sight and out of heart;
 O Lord, how long?—
I watch thee as thou art,
 I will accept thy fainting heart, be strong.

"Lie still," "be strong," to-day; but, Lord, to-morrow,
 What of to-morrow, Lord?
Shall there be rest from toil, be truce from sorrow,
 Be living green upon the sward
Now but a barren grave to me,
 Be joy for sorrow?—
Did I not die for thee?
 Do I not live for thee? leave Me to-morrow.

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 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.