I can’t see him,
but I fear him;
can’t feel his presence,
but I know he’s near

I can’t understand him,
but I seek his way;
I have heard his words
and know he speaks the truth

Be not like the horse
with no understanding,
whose mouth must be held
with bit and bridle

Be not like the horse
with no understanding,
whose mouth must be held
lest he lose his way

But consider the ox,
clean among unclean,
and consent to the yoke
as he to the plow

Then your path will be straight
and your furrows deep,
for God’s yoke is gracious
and his way is rest.