O love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee.
I give thee back the life I owe, that in thine oceans 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 thy 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 through 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's life's glory dead, and from the ground there blossoms red,
Life that shall endless be.
