"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break"

I will accept thy will to do and be,Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd 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 receiveThe inner unseen longings of the soul,I guide them turning towards Me; I controlAnd 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 yetI 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 stillTill I infuse love, hatred, longing, will.—I do not deprecate.