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 Thy sunshine's blaze it's day
May brighter, fairer be

O Joy that seeketh 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 fearless 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.

By George Matheson