Where the brambles were rife,
In the blaze of the sun and the deadliest black of the night.
O God, take the reins of my life!
For I am so weary and weak.
My hands are a-quiver and so is my heart,
And my eyes are too tired for the tear-drops to start,
And the worn horses reek
With the anguishing pull and the hot, heavy harness's smart,
While I am all weary and weak.
But Thou wilt be peace, wilt be power.