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 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 know the promise is not vain, that morn shall tearless be.
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.