1
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 thru
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.
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