In Diary of an Old Soul, George MacDonald writes:
Wilt Thou not one day, Lord? In all my wrong,
self-love and weakness, laziness and fear,
This one thing I can say; I am content
To be and have what in Thy heart I am meant
To be and have. In my best times I long
After Thy will, and think it glorious-dear;
Even in my worst, perforce my will to Thine is bent.