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I will accept thy will to do and be, / Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, / Thy will at least to love, that burns within / And thirsteth after Me: / So will I render fruitful, blessing still / The germs and small beginnings in thy heart, / Because thy will cleaves to the better part. -- / Alas, I cannot will.
Dost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receive / The inner unseen longings of the soul; / I guide them turning towards Me; I control / And charm hearts till they grieve: / If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass, / Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love; / For I have power in earth and heaven above. -- / I cannot wish, alas!
What, neither choose nor wish to choose? and yet / I still must strive to win thee and constrain: / For thee I hung upon the cross in pain, / How then can I forget? / If thou as yet dost neither love, nor hate, / Nor choose, nor wish, -- resign thyself, be still / Till I infuse love, hatred, longing, will. -- / I do not deprecate.