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.

Hymns and Meditations, 1873