OH, my soul is filled with its yearning,
Dear Lord, and my heart is sad,
I long, how I long, to be spreading
The Truth that hath made me glad !

And the fields are white to the Harvest,
The daylight is almost spent,
I see all about me the reapers,
On their holy mission sent ;

But mine eager hands Thou hast folded,
In weakness upon my breast ;
Thou hast whispered, "I know thy longings,
My will for thee is to rest."

Then alone with Thee in the twilight,
My poor, throbbing heart grows still, -
Since Thou closest my door of service,
I bow to Thy sovereign will.

I know "to obey and to hearken"
Ofttimes proves the greater test, -
At Thy feet would I lie forever,
If thus I might serve Thee best !