O Love

O Love, that will not let me go.

O Love, I rest my weary soul in Thee; 

I give thee back the life I owe, 

That in thy ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.

 

O Joy, that seeks me through the 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.