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|I commune with mine own heart.| -- Psalm 77:6.
Ere another step I take
In my wilful wandering way,
Still I have a choice to make --
Shall I alter while I may?
Patient love is waiting still
In my Savior's heart for me;
Love to bend my froward will,
Love to make me really free.
Far from Him, what can I gain?
Want and shame, and bondage vile --
Better far to bear the pain
Of His yoke a little while.
Soon I might its comfort find;
Soon my thankful heart might cry,
|In Thy meek obedient mind,
As Thou walkest so would I.|
In His paths what could I lack?
God's own hand my cup would fill;
Hark! my Savior calls me back --
Shall I turn with all my will?
Still His wisdom I may get --
Learn to labor while I pray.
Striving till my feet be set
Firmly in the narrow way.