1 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 ocean depths its flow 
may richer, fuller be.

2 O Light that follows all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee.
My heart restores its borrowed ray, 
that in thy 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.

George Matheson