I Would Have Gone; God Bade Me Stay: I Would Have Worked; God Bade Me Rest. He Broke My Will From Day To Day, He Read My Yearnings Unexpressed And Said Them Nay. Now I Would Stay; God Bids Me Go: Now I Would Rest; God Bids Me Work. He Breaks My Heart Tossed To And Fro, My Soul Is Wrung With Doubts That Lurk And Vex It So. I Go, Lord, Where Thou Sendest Me; Day After Day I Plod And Moil: But, Christ My God, When Will It Be That I May Let Alone My Toil And Rest With Thee?