"Being Wearied"

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Then let me never murmur, Lord!
If this should be my case;
If I must sit upon the well
To rest a little space.
How do I know but some poor soul
Has need to hear of Thee?
How do I know but she may come
That very hour to me?
But I would ask Thee this, O Lord,
This little word in prayer,
If I must sit upon the well,
Oh, let me find Thee there!