From Streams in the Desert.

Fearing to launch on "full surrender's tide,"
I asked the Lord where would its waters glide
My little bark, "to troubled seas I dread?"
"Unto Myself," He said

Weeping beside an open grave I stood,
In bitterness of soul I cried to God;
"Where leads my path I tread?"
" Unto Myself," He said

Striving for souls, i loved the work too well;
The disappointments came, I could not tell
The reason, till He said, "I am thine all;
Unto Myself I call."

Watching my heroes those I loved the best
I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,
Even by this the Lord, through tears not few
Unto Himself me drew.

Unto Himself! Nor earthly tongue can tell
The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell;
The things that charmed me once seem all as naught;
Unto Himself I'm brought.