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 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.