O Love
that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul
in thee, that in thine
ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering
torch to thee; my heart restores its borrowed way, that in thy sunshine-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 feel the
promise is not vain that morn shall fearless be. O Cross that liftest up
my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust that
I rest my weary soul
in thee, that in thine
ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering
torch to thee; my heart restores its borrowed way, that in thy sunshine-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 feel the
promise is not vain that morn shall fearless be. O Cross that liftest up
my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust that
life's glory dead,
and from the ground
there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.*
*O Love That Will Not Let Me Go - Rev. George Matheson, 1881; The Book of Common Praise (revised 1938), Being the Hymn Book of the Anglican Church of Canada, Oxford University Press.
2 comments:
Best wishes, Margaret. I saw in your Facebook posts that it was too snowy for you to get out to a service. What a strange year weather wise!
Thank you, that was lovely.
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