George Matheson, Albert L. Peace
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 follow’st all my way, I yield my flick’ring 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 rain bow 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 fly from Thee
I lay in dust life’s glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red, life that shall endless be