Have I learned, in whatsoever
State, to be content?
Have I learned this blessed lesson,
By my Master sent—
And with joyous acquiescence
Do I greet His will,
Even when my own is thwarted,
And my hands lie still?
Surely it is best and sweetest,
Thus to have Him choose,
Even though some work I’ve taken,
By this choice I lose.
Folded hands need not be idle,—
Fold them, but in prayer,
Other souls may toil far better
For God’s answer there.
They who reap receive their wages,
Those who work, their crown,
Those who PRAY, throughout the ages
Bring blest answers down;
In “whatever state” abiding
Till the Master call,
They at eventide will find Him
Glorified in all.