And I’ve thought, “To sit and calmly wait
Is better far than the onward way.”
My eyes with tears have been so dim
That I have said, “I can not mark
The work I do or the way I take,
For every where it is dark—so dark!”
But, oh, thank God! There never has come
That hour that makes the bravest quail:
No matter how weary my feet and hands,
God never has suffered my heart to fail.