Who Have a Form of Godliness

When I am sick and tired it is God's will;
Also, God's will alone is sure and best:—
So in my weariness I find my rest,
And so in poverty I take my fill:
Therefore I see my good in midst of ill,
Therefore in loneliness I build my nest;
And thro' hot noon pant toward the shady west,
And hope in sickening disappointment still.
So when the times of restitution come,
The sweet times of refreshing come at last,
My God shall fill my longings to the brim:
Therefore I wait and look and long for Him;
Not wearied tho' the work is wearisome,
Nor fainting tho' the time be almost past.
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