Spake to the fathers and is speaking still,
Eager to see if ever or if any
Souls will obey and hearken to His will.
Though rough and strait the rod,
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs, for God.
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God,
How swiftly wouldst thou move.
But let thy hand be free;
Look long at Jesus, His sweet love,
How was it dealt to thee?
A heart kept calm all day,
To catch the words the Spirit there,
From hour to hour may say.
No inward token miss:
And go where grace entices thee --
Perfection lies in this.
Love Him as He loves thee;
Time and obedience are enough,
And thou a saint shalt be.