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 follow'st all my way,

I yield my flick 'ring torch to Thee:

My heart restores its borrow'd 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 hand,

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.