“His lesson art thou learning,
O tired and weary soul?
His ways art thou discerning,
Who works to make thee whole?
In the haven of submission
Art thou satisfied and still?
Art thou clinging to the Father,
‘Neath the shadow of His will?
Now while His arms enfold thee,
Think well He loveth best:
Be still, and He will mold thee
For His heritage of rest.”