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 foll'west all my way, I yield my flick'ring torch to thee; my heart restores its borrowed ray, that in thy sunshine's glow 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 head, I dare not ask to hide from thee; I lay in dust life's glory, dead, and from the ground there blossoms red life that shall endless be.