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 that "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.
What though I can do so little
For my Lord and King,
At His feet I sit and listen,
At His feet I sing.
And, whatever my condition,
All in love is meant;
Sing, my soul, thy recognition,
Sing, and be content!