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.