I laid it down in silence
That work of mine,
And took what He had sent me-
A resting time.

The Master's voice had called me
To rest apart:-
Apart, with Jesus only,
Echoed my heart.

I took this rest and stillness
From His own hand,
And felt this present illness
Was what He planned.

Oft had I chosen labor
When He said rest:
Our ways so oft mistaken,
His ways are blest.

His work must be completed,
His lesson set;
He is the perfect Workman,
Do not forget.

There is a needed teaching
In sitting still,
And letting His hands mould me,
Just as He will.

Tis not in aimless working,
We must be trained:
E'en Jesus in obedience
Suffering sustained.

For as His yoke is easy,
His burden light,
His chastenings too is needed,
And all is right.

In working or in resting,
May we fulfil
Not what we would, but only
The Master's will.
Mrs. H. R. G.