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.
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.
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 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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