O Love that wilt not let me go,
I
rest my weary soul in thee;
I
give thee back the life I owe,
That
in thine ocean depths its flow
May
richer, fuller be.
2
O
Light that followest all my way,
I
yield my flickering torch to thee;
My
heart restores its borrowed ray,
That
in they sunshine's blaze its day
May
brighter, fairer be.
3
O
Joy that seekest me through pain,
I
cannot close my heart to thee;
I
trace the rainbow through the rain,
And
feel the promise is not vain,
That
morn shall tearless be.
4
O
Cross that liftest up my head,
I
dare not ask to fly from thee;
I
lay in dust life's glory dead,
And
from the ground there blossoms red
Life
that shall endless be.