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.
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.
O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow thru the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.
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.