Yet in its secret workings still
How much remains to be subdued!
2 Oft I recall, with grief and shame,
How many years their course had run
Ere grace my murmuring heart o’ercame,
Ere I could say, “Thy will be done!”
3 At length thy patient, wondrous love,
Unchanging, tender, pitying, strong,
Availed that stony heart to move,
Which had rebelled, alas! so long.