Lord, our restlessness we own,-
Fully own.
How we wander here and there,
All alone.
When we should have walked with Thee,
In childlike simplicity;
Nor have left the even way,
Thus to stray.

Oft we think our restless mind
Like the wind.
Wandering over mount and glen,
Like the hind
Of the wilds Father, gather
All our roving thoughts together,
Into the restraining band
Of Thy hand.

Restless hands that toy and play
Every day.
Oh! how oft we check, and fold,
As we say!
Teach these hands to work for Thee,
Laboring for eternity,
For the bread that shall endure
Sweet and sure.

Restless hearts! Ah, yes, 'tis so.
Well we know
How they oft forget Thee, Lord.
Bending low,
Sadly we confess, with tears,
Though Thy grace hath crowned our years,
Oft our hearts forget to be
Near to Thee.

Savior fill us with Thy love,
From above,
Then our hearts, our hands, our feet,
All will move
Only at Thy bidding, Lord;
Joyful to obey Thy word.
Only thus can we fulfill
All Thy will. H. McD.